Ye Gumming sneered coldly, "Sharp-tongued! Do you know how grave your charges are? Even a hundred executions wouldn't be enough! If you want to live, confess everything, or else all charges will fall upon you!"
"Why should I take the blame? Aren't you the ones who are guilty?"
"Insolent!" Ye Gumming slammed the table forcefully, "Do you want another charge of slander?"
"Yes, you've also added a charge of slander against yourselves." Mo Jun smiled faintly.
"Bang!" Ye Gumming suddenly grabbed a teacup and hurled it at her, Mo Jun's eyes turned cold, and she dodged instinctively.
The teacup shattered against the wall, scalding tea splattering everywhere.
Mo Jun felt a slight heat on the back of her hand, and she looked coldly at Ye Gumming, "Mr. Ye, why stoop to such levels? You know perfectly well if I'm guilty or not. Are you forcing me to confess just to cover up your crimes? Unfortunately, since I'm here today, I'm not afraid of you. Do you know why I dared to show up..."
