"Ms. Wan, would you like to try the food your foundation purchased? Perhaps it was you who personally distributed it!"
Sisi used a toothpick to hand a piece of cake to Wan Yun. Under her pressure, Wan Yun had no choice but to take the corn cake and put it into her mouth. The bitterness made her body shrink, yet she couldn't spit it out. She had to swallow it despite furrowing her brows, the bitter taste lingering throughout her body.
"How does it taste? Hard to swallow, isn't it? Yet the people in the mountainous area have to eat it every day!" Sisi raised an eyebrow and asked.
Wan Yun drank some water, hoping to dilute the bitterness in her mouth, but it stayed stuck to her tongue like glue, no matter how much she drank.
"He Sisi, don't deliberately use bad food to slander the foundation. What evidence do you have to prove these moldy grains were distributed by our foundation?" Wan Yun stubbornly refused to admit.
"Of course, I have evidence; watch carefully!"
