"Director Shen, please... please, tell me exactly why?" Su Mengqing's face turned deathly pale, her fingers trembling as she gripped her phone. "If there's anything improper on our part, I hope you'll point it out. We'll correct it immediately!"
"Humph! Su Mengqing, you still have the nerve to ask?" Director Shen's voice grew several shades angrier. "The entire medical community in the Southwest provinces is buzzing with rumors that the formula for your family's flagship product, the Injury Ointment, has been leaked online!
"And you? Not only did you fail to immediately refute the rumors, you didn't offer any explanation to us, your major clients, either.
"Instead, you're frantically dumping stocks to cash out! How can we possibly trust you? How can we continue to cooperate with any peace of mind!"
The tempest of rebukes thundered in her ears, exploding like thunderclaps. Su Mengqing's complexion paled further, and she staggered on her feet.
