Liang Hongyuan's face turned a purplish-red as he stood there dumbfounded, almost suffocating from the internal pressure.
The hatred in his eyes grew even more intense.
What now?
The carefully orchestrated scheme was being unraveled by Zhou Yuan before hundreds of millions of people, piece by piece.
Doesn't he have any sense of shame?
"Mr. Zhou, I confess!"
Without waiting for Liang Hongyuan to respond, the last woman guarding the stretcher knelt down, "We are just ordinary people; how can we afford bottles of Immortal Water that cost thousands of yuan each!"
"It was that woman who found me and said she would pay for my husband's treatment as long as I helped slander Baida Group."
"I'm sorry, so very sorry!"
"I know I shouldn't have done this, but I didn't want to watch my husband die!"
"..."
As she spoke, she kowtowed repeatedly.
Her words were filled with apology and remorse.
If it were not for her husband's life hanging by a thread, she would never have done this.