Yang Meiling was taken aback by the question. Her heart lurched, and the expression on her face faltered.
She had just been making things up according to her script, without checking any of the actual data.
"I… I was in such a hurry, I didn't have time to look at the data closely… I just saw the numbers on the screen dropping… they were dropping so fast…"
She stammered as she tried to explain.
"Mrs. Yuan kept rushing me, saying it would be too late if I didn't come get you right away… I didn't dare to delay, so I rushed over immediately…"
Before she could finish, a rustling sound came from inside the room.
Fei Jin, dressed in black trousers and a dark jacket, looked sharp and clean-cut.
He walked out of the room, his gaze sweeping over Yang Meiling.
"Qingya, don't listen to her rambling."
"This is an emergency. Get dressed, and let's go right now."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and casually took Song Qingya's long wool coat off its hanger.
