"You, I..."
"That's enough," Rong Zhi put away his phone, one hand in his pocket, his voice unhurried, indifferent and cold. "Secretary Bai will send these screenshots to the logistics department in a moment, and then report to President Rong for handling. The rest, Miss Li and the president can take their time explaining."
Li Yaoyao felt as if she had been hit on the head with a club.
"No, it can't be, Vice Manager Rong, those are all fake, it was Bai Tingxun framing me..."
Rong Zhi's brows and eyes lowered, coated with a layer of icy detachment, imbued with the irritation of recent unrest, exuding a forbidding aura of cold hostility.
Li Yaoyao's feet were pinned to the ground as a chilling sense of fear grew on her bones.
Bai Tingxun followed Rong Zhi into the office, rushing with a notebook to the logistics department, and incidentally packaged the evidence to be sent to Secretary Rong Xian'an.
Boldly labeled with the name.
