"Okay." Gai Yu smiled and patted Xicheng's shoulder, "Such a trivial matter, and you get so worked up."
"Trivial?!" Xicheng turned his eyes incredulously to look at his sister's face, "In your view, this is just a trivial matter?"
"I... Of course not." Gai Yu sobered up, "What I'm trying to say is..."
Xicheng turned away, his gaze darkening as it fell on Zhou Rong. He slid his hand into his pants pocket and coldly demanded, "How many journalists did you approach in total, how much money was involved, and where did you get the money to bribe the journalists?"
"This..."
Panic flashed in Zhou Rong's eyes as she looked at Gai Yu for help, who had not prepared any script for her.
Gai Yu didn't expect Xicheng to be so persistent about this issue. She hurriedly walked over, "Xiaohan, whatever you say, she did it for me. Let's not delve too deeply into this, shall we?"
