Man B smirked with a sleazy grin, "The moment she entered the room, she clung to me and wouldn't let go. How is that my fault?"
Zhang Jintao's face grew increasingly ugly, his breathing more and more rapid.
Jing Juntao coldly stared at them, "Who allowed you to wear the club's training gear?" They were all counterfeit commercial knockoffs.
Man A pointed at Zhang Shiwan, "She provided them." After speaking, he tugged at his clothes, "Such good quality, must be expensive, right? A commoner like me can't afford this."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jintao clenched his fists tightly.
"Knowing full well something was off with her, why did you still go after her?" Jing Juntao asked.
Man B replied, "The thing off about her, she bought drugs from my boss."
Zhang Jintao's pupils shrank at that revelation.
Madame Zhang's crying became even more intense.
Jing Juntao asked coldly, "What drug?"
