Before Zhang Chenghong could finish speaking, the voice, which had been muted since he entered the room, suddenly burst out clearly and abruptly, cutting him off. When Zhang Chenghong looked at her incredulously, An Yi nudged him with her chin, signaling with her eyes: just because you don't have it, doesn't mean I don't, right?
"Before I came, I had already sent yesterday's recorded tape to my classmate. My classmate is in the province; reporting you would take mere minutes. Yes, I am just a small-time teacher, but I have many classmates. So Zhang Chenghong, do you really think I'm just a teacher without any background? My usual low profile doesn't mean I'll always stay low key. You think suspending me means I can't survive? You think threatening my family's future will make me compromise? Then you've underestimated me. The security bureau doesn't have what I have. I know things you don't want me to know. Don't let me focus on you, or you won't end up well!"
