Mù Qiānxún shrugged, "Alright, I've got the software anyway. Do you want me to retrieve the content of our phone conversation from yesterday too? I was curious why you were so eager to invite me to this gathering. So you were plotting to set me up!"
Bei Rongrong's face turned ashen and she was at a loss for words.
Mù Qiānxún gave a faint smile.
"Your little scheme does me no harm. Now you should ask Chairman for forgiveness, since you just injured his girlfriend. I'm just a passerby who clarified the facts. All these matters have nothing to do with me anymore. Solve it however you like, I'm leaving first."
Saying so, Mù Qiānxún turned and left casually.
She flicked her long hair back.
The way she carried herself, not caring about a thing in the world, was insouciantly defiant.
And in the eyes of the people in the hall, her demeanor and image only left a deeper impression.