Song Pianlan's head buzzed. "Shut up! You bitch, how dare you frame me!"
The maid wasn't a fool. How could she do such a thing without any means of self-protection? She immediately turned on her phone's recording function.
"Sir, Madam, please listen. This is a recording of Miss Song speaking to me. I'm just a maid who follows orders. Oh, right, Miss Song also gave me a sum of money—fifty thousand. All of this is evidence."
The maid twisted her ring-shaped phone and played the recording.
Song Pianlan's voice emerged from the ring-shaped phone: "Lan, later, go tell Zhou Haiyang that I'm waiting for him in the cabin. After you lead him to the cabin, lock the door... Then, hurry and tell Madam that Si Mingjing is seducing Zhou Haiyang in the cabin... Here's fifty thousand. There will be a generous reward after you do this..."
Song Pianlan's body shook violently, her heart like dead ashes. Any attempt at an excuse seemed pale and weak in the face of the recording.
