Wen Jin's seemingly gentle and calm gaze was a form of torment for Jing Xiaocha.
Even though she avoided making eye contact with him, she felt a formidable sense of pressure, unbearable enough to make her surrender. With a stiff tone, she said, "Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan also mentioned this matter this afternoon."
"Oh?"
Wen Jin slightly raised a handsome eyebrow, his tone carrying a slight upward inflection.
He waited for Jing Xiaocha to continue speaking.
Jing Xiaocha, holding a tissue she had used to wipe her mouth, glanced at Wen Jin, pursed her lips, and softly said, "They took benefits from Zheng Liangzhu and advised me to settle privately."
"..."
Wen Jin said nothing, instead he picked up some food with his chopsticks and elegantly fed it into his mouth.
