"Evidence of a crime? What evidence?" Director Zheng puffed out his belly and looked at him with interest, saying, "Let's see this evidence you're talking about."
"These are all the accounts disbursed by the trade department over the past three months from the finance department. Please personally review them, Director Zheng," Lin Zifeng said, as he pulled the accounts from his pocket and handed them to Director Zheng.
After receiving the accounts, Director Zheng glanced around playfully and said, "Is this it?"
"Isn't this enough?" Lin Zifeng said coldly.
"Haha, my boy, do you naively think these few scraps of paper are evidence of a crime? Do you have any witness or material evidence?" Director Zheng, his face full of smiles, turned to Nangong Bing and laughed, "President Nangong, do you believe in this boy's 'evidence'?"
Director Zheng's weathered face revealed a hint of a playful smile, his presence putting pressure on Nangong Bing.