Hu Qiming's face turned ghastly pale in an instant, drained of all color. The arrogance and disdain he displayed earlier outside vanished entirely.
"You investigated me?" He found his voice again, but it carried a trace of veiled menace.
Qiao Rui recognized it clearly and let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Investigating you is a minor issue. If I wanted to, I could send you straight to prison."
Her words left Hu Qiming stunned.
His expression turned exceptionally ugly.
It shifted from green to white, then red, cycling through changes until, ultimately, he chose silence and said nothing.
Because from Qiao Rui's tone, he sensed her nature—he mustn't provoke her.
Having worked in office environments for years, Hu Qiming had developed a sharp intuition for reading situations.
Seeing his silence, Qiao Rui knew she had successfully intimidated this man.
She chuckled softly and said, "Director Hu, are you going to leave on your own, or should I escort you out?"