"Of course." Jones's eyes flashed a touch of provocation against Nora Smith, and then his face sank and he vowed, "I should have finished today's press conference after reading The Hawn Goup's clarification.
However, I don't want to bury my conscience, so I chose to announce the truth at today's press conference. "
"Conscience? I think your conscience has been eaten by dogs." A sarcastic smile rose from the corners of Nora Smith's mouth.
Seeing Nora Smith say so, reporters surrounded Nora Smith and began to bombard her.
"Miss Nora Smith, is what Mr. Jones said true?"
"Does The Hawn Goup really choose to use inferior raw materials because of interests, which leads to consumer poisoning?"
"Are those two so-called warehouse keepers really pot-bearers?"
"After the continuous fermentation of things, did The Hawn Goup direct and play the planning of this explosion?"