"I just wasn't careful, that's... that's why I got caught!"
"Not careful?" Mr. Xicheng frowned, a cold and harsh look on his face, "Are you saying that if no one can catch you, you can do whatever you want? Besides that journalist, have you done anything else?"
Facing his cold, questioning gaze, Zhou Rong was panicked, "I..."
Mr. Xicheng grabbed her by the collar.
"Speak!"
"There... there were two other journalists, but they..."
Mr. Xicheng's expression grew darker, "You've got some nerve, how much did they all pay, where did you divert the funds from?"
One journalist was two hundred thousand, plus two others, that was at least five hundred and sixty thousand. Such a large sum of money, she really had the audacity of the devil!
"I..."
Mr. Xicheng tightened his grip, "You better confess to the police!"
He pushed Zhou Rong away and reached for his phone to make a call.
