"Mr. Qian."
Lin Wan Yi's voice was not loud, yet it was like a bolt of thunder exploding in everyone's ears.
"Halfway through the meeting, the one who ran out to make a phone call, that was you, wasn't it?"
She paused, each word like a piece of ice.
"So, the person who filed a real-name complaint against me..."
"Was also you, right?"
The whole meeting room fell silent.
Everyone's gaze focused on the figure frozen by the door.
Qian Zhenyu's face instantly turned ashen.
The hand he had resting on the door frame shook like a leaf in the autumn wind.
He wanted to run.
But Lin Wan Yi's words were like two nails, pinning him firmly to the spot.
The two disciplinary officers also turned, their scrutinizing gaze fixed on Qian Zhenyu.
"It wasn't me!"
Qian Zhenyu finally squeezed three words from his throat, his voice sharp and off-key.
He abruptly turned, pointing at Lin Wan Yi, looking wronged and grieving.
"You! You're slandering me!"
