Hearing these recordings, Su Qing's face became increasingly sullen, and she looked at Zheng Siyuan with a displeased expression and asked, "Manager Zheng, do you have anything more to say now?"
Zheng Siyuan's face turned pale as a sheet, and he stammered, "President Su, someone is deliberately trying to frame me. With today's advanced technology, voices can be synthesized. This is not what I said at all."
"As long as you're willing to spend money, anyone's voice can be synthesized. You can't just conclude it's me based on a voice, right?"
As he spoke, Zheng Siyuan's expression was aggrieved, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Ye Chen sighed, shook his head, and said, "Of course, it can't just be the voice. We also have a video here."
Su Qing angrily clicked the mouse and opened the video Ye Chen referred to.
As soon as the video started, Zheng Siyuan fell to his knees with a thud.
