"President Rong."
Rong Jing raised an eyebrow, pausing his words and looking at Su Xiaomeng leisurely, waiting for her response,
"I thought only journalists and media, in search of sensationalism, would doubt the Yin Family's reputation based on such baseless rumors."
"Yet, I never imagined that President Rong would be just like them."
"..."
"There's an ancient saying in China... 'Respect the deceased.'
Su Xiaomeng's gentle smile vanished from her face,
"President Rong, you have repeatedly mentioned my deceased husband in public, and, despite the Public Security Bureau not producing any evidence of my husband's alleged drug trafficking and smuggling, you keep pressing me for a response on this issue."
"First, I don't know if you're bringing up this issue again in such a setting to embarrass me, or if you think this question will be crucial in the Bill Group's assessment of the Yin Family."
