"Mr. Song, isn't this making it difficult for us?"
People at the research institute were sweating profusely, inwardly groaning.
Song Sizhi sat down, leisurely sipping plain water like an old cadre.
They had just said one thing.
Just one thing.
After they finished speaking, the old dean spoke up, looking righteously stern at Mei Yao.
With a sincere, earnest tone, he made the young girl cry.
Cried.
Cried!!!
Song Sizhi talked for half an hour, but in reality, they listened to Mei Yao cry for over twenty minutes.
She seemed to have a clock in her mind, timing it as she finished her glass of plain water.
Standing up, ready to leave.
Leaving just like that.
Even planning to have someone call the police.
Is it not overkill if it isn't an overreaction?
Isn't it fake if it isn't overkill?
The cameras they brought along had only been recording for five minutes.
After listening to the old dean criticize Mei Yao for five minutes, they didn't turn it back on again.
