"Colluding? Fine! Then produce your evidence! Produce one piece of proof that Dean Song has a private deal with the health center!"
Ya'er straightened her back.
"If you're going to accuse us, you need real evidence, don't you? You think you can slander a respected director just by running your mouth? You seriously underestimate the eyes and judgment of everyone here!"
This was the exact line Yang Meiling had been waiting for.
A corner of her mouth lifted, and she smugly raised her chin, holding the medicine box high in her hand.
The medicine box reflected a blinding glint in the sunlight.
She held the box over her head so everyone could see it clearly.
"Evidence?"
She sneered, her voice clear and sharp.
"You want evidence? I'll give you evidence!"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"This medicine box was hidden in the batch of old equipment you sent over, and I found it with my own two hands! If you say this isn't evidence, then what is?"
