Ming Lingyi: "All this meat that isn't fresh... Was it really just an accident?"
She had her doubts.
Her words might have sounded casual, but to a man with a guilty conscience, they rang like an alarm bell.
Wang Wangtian tensed, nearly letting his composure slip. He forced a laugh. "It was definitely an accident, Boss Ming. You're one of our slaughterhouse's biggest clients! With no middleman taking a cut, our profit margin on your orders is much higher. We're falling all over ourselves to serve a patron like you; why would we ever deliberately pull something like this?"
Wang Wangtian sounded so earnest, he might as well have offered to cut open his chest and show Ming Lingyi his heart.
If Ming Lingyi hadn't known they would pull a stunt like this, she might have actually been swayed by Wang Wangtian's silver tongue.
After all, the man was not only apologizing, but even offering compensation. It all sounded very sincere.
