Qiao Xiang froze; her face pale as she looked at Pei Liyan, her clear, watery eyes beginning to mist.
Her teeth sank into her lip, her fragile and pitiable expression so delicate that before she even spoke, tears had already started falling down her cheeks.
"President, I know I can't shirk responsibility for this matter. No matter what I say, you won't believe me anymore, and I know I've implicated He Lan, causing you all such worry, but I really didn't collude with them.
You want me to come clean about everything, why I called Qiao Rui—it's only because I was afraid of hurting you, afraid of being misunderstood, thinking that I still harbored improper feelings for you...."
The latter part of Qiao Xiang's words dissolved into mournful sobs.
She looked down sorrowfully, biting her lip, her expression filled with woe, her half-lowered face perfectly angled to let Pei Liyan and He Zheng see how fragile she was.