"He is him, you are you, don't mix them up."
Tang Li's voice drifted into the office.
Song Jingtian, holding onto his thigh, wasn't afraid at all and couldn't help but argue, "It was big brother who said you're slippery, I was just passing the message. You're scared to hit big brother and just dare to pick on someone softer!"
"Is it jujube, Song Jingtian?"
Noticing there were others in the office, Tang Li didn't want to disturb but couldn't stand Song Jingtian's distortion of facts, so she exposed him, "Where's the teamwork we agreed on? Who's hiding the good jujubes in their pocket and only picking the bad ones for the plate? Also—"
Tang Li glanced at Song Baiyan from the corner of her eye, but her words were still directed at Song Jingtian, "Your big brother can say whatever he wants about me, but you can't."
This difference in treatment was far too obvious!
Song Jingtian was almost brought to tears from anger.
