"Aunt Ban, would you rather trust an outsider than believe in me?"
Zhao Wenshan was truly crying this time. She had painstakingly built up goodwill with Ban Huafang, seeing that she could advance further, but at the last moment, Chu Jiangyue unexpectedly emerged as a variable.
"Miss Zhao, I think it's better if we let the facts speak for themselves."
Chu Jiangyue finished speaking and waved her hand above her head, instantly bringing up a giant virtual screen.
On the virtual screen was the surveillance footage at the entrance of Chu Jiangyue's three-story flat-roofed house.
The footage was crystal clear, with both video and audio exceptionally sharp.
"I can run the Jianglin Hotel here without anyone daring to cause trouble. If Miss Zhao thinks I have a good temper, she's gravely mistaken.
Let's take a good look at what kind of white lotus our Miss Zhao really is."
Ban Huafang also looked up and watched some of it, her expression becoming more unpleasant as she watched.
