No!
No matter what, she did not want to be driven out of the Bo Family.
"Sorry!"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes hung down, immobile.
Zhou Zining was reluctant to speak again, but the insistent ringing of her phone made her both frantic and irritable.
The whining of her voice escalated, "Sorry, I shouldn't have disclosed your identity."
Nan Jiaojiao's cool gaze fixed on her, "Who else knows?"
"I only notified five media outlets, the same ones that exposed the accounting issues," Zhou Zining clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain—as if all her senses were occupied by panic.
Yet, Nan Jiaojiao's eyes, cold as ice, kept watching her unwaveringly.
Expressionless, forcing the other person to jump with frustration.
Zhou Zining relaxed her hands, speaking uncomfortably, "I took a photo of you, just the lower half of your face, and sent it to my grandfather, who sought treatment in Medicine King Valley a few years ago—you treated him."
