Meng Beiping glared fiercely at Wu Qinlan by his side. His own daughter's situation was unknown to her, and yet she dared to drug her and deliver her to President Zhou's bed. It was unforgivable.
Meng Ning's face turned pale. She had always looked down on Qin Qin and had been flaunting in front of her, perhaps in Qin Qin's eyes, she had always been a mere clown.
What had they all done?
"Pick it up. You'll regret it if you don't look at what's on the ground."
Wu Qinlan squatted down to pick up the documents that Qin Qin had thrown on the floor, handed them to Meng Beiping, who flipped through a few pages. Initially, he looked rather indifferent, but as he continued, the shock grew, his face became paler and paler, and eventually, he collapsed on the couch, his expression utterly defeated.
"How could this be? How could this be?"
Meng Beiping lifted his head. "Was it you? Was it?"