She smiled and asked back, "Do you want to say you remembered wrong?"

"Yes, yes, I remember it wrongly, it was December 13th."

Jia Daqiang wiped his forehead sweat: "Lin Baishun and I were at the Fenghe Rili Club..."

"You're wrong again."

Song Hongyan said lightly: "Lin Baishun is in Zhonghai all December."

"In addition to supervising the live broadcast of Internet celebrities, he also planned to build a Qingyi Wuxiao ointment factory in Zhonghai."

"The whole December is busy in the Central Sea."

"Because I gave him an order, Qingyi Wuxia is going online on January 1st, so he can only work overtime."

"His entry and exit records are not only archived factory attendance, but also videos to testify."

"So you can't see Lin Baishun in December, and you can't hear him talking about falling horses."

Song Hongyan smiled again: "Why don't you think about other days?"

"Tell me honestly!"

At this time, Yang Jianxiong's face turned cold, he drew a shot with his backhand, and yelled in the head:

"I dare to make up again, I will shoot you today."

He shouted fiercely: "Say, what's going on?"

"Mr. Yang, please spare me, Director Yang!"

Jia Daqiang knelt on the ground with a plop, and was still out of control and cried to Vandans:

"Prince, I'm sorry, I dare not lie, I can't help you frame Mr. Song..."

Vandans' heart sank instantly.
Chapter completed!