"You've had enough!" Ai Jiang's words had barely settled when, a second later, a woman's voice arose from the back of the room.
Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a red-haired woman at the very end. She stood up, wearing a leather jacket and a pair of Doc Martens, looking effortlessly cool and defiant as she rose to her feet, her gaze locked on Ai Jiang across the sea of people, and spoke out, "On the brink of death, and still you twist the truth!"
"Yes, my boss indeed never told you his real identity, but during the time he was with you, how did he ever fail you? You demanded that he hand over all his salary, and he did it. You gave him a mere five hundred yuan a month for pocket money, and he accepted it. When you used his money to buy luxury items and cosmetics, did he ever say a word? And the house rent, have you ever paid it?"
