Chapter 382 Do You Believe Me? (12)

The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, very transparent in this quiet environment.

Shen Xiu and Shen Zihao paused in their steps and both turned to look at her.

Xia Yehua had long been furious with Shen Xiu. Hearing this, he looked at Qiao Lian in confusion.

Song Yuanxi's eyes widened even more, not understanding what she was going to do.

Only Shen Liangchuan still had a calm expression, as if he would not be surprised by anything Qiao Lian did.

Qiao Lian ignored the looks of the people around her and her eyes were still fixed on the reporter. She walked up to him step by step and slowly said, "How did I sell the news to you?"

After finishing the sentence, Shen Xiu sneered coldly, "Seeing that you haven't spoken much since you entered the door, I thought you didn't have the guts to admit it, but now you finally admit it?"

Qiao Lian turned her head and looked at him with sharp eyes.

Before, considering that he was Shen Liangchuan's father, she was quite polite to him.

But at this moment, he was cursing Shen Liangchuan and Xia Yehua repeatedly. Qiao Lian's anger had reached a peak. She said rudely: "You keep saying it's me, so you have to ask clearly."

Shen Xiu choked and his face darkened, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Lian stopped looking at him and stared at the reporter, "Tell me, when, where, and how I sold the news to you!"

Seeing her arrogant look, Shen Xiu felt depressed. He pointed at the reporter and said, "Okay, since you want to say something, let's say it clearly and clearly! Lest some people always say that I wronged her!"

When the reporter heard a few people talking like this, he had no choice but to say, "You called me yesterday and said you wanted to sell me some big news..."

"Can a 200,000-yuan deal be concluded with just one phone call?"

The reporter laughed: "Of course others can't, but of course the two of us trust each other."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Xiu sneered: "I didn't expect Miss Qiao to be a veteran at selling information!"

Qiao Lian ignored him and continued to stare at the reporter and asked, "How did I give you the photo?"

"Sent it directly to me via mobile phone," the reporter replied.

Qiao Lian continued to ask: "Where's the text message? Or the email?"

The reporter laughed: "How could I keep something like this that leads to direct evidence? We are all colleagues, and of course you have to keep things that go against professional ethics secret."

Qiao Lian didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his words, "Then do you think I'm stupid?"

The reporter was stunned and said, "Miss Qiao is extremely smart, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get so much news!"

Qiao Lian sneered, turned back suddenly, and said word by word: "So, you are using such a low-level frame-up method to insult my IQ?"

The reporter's eyes widened in confusion, while Shen Xiu frowned, "What else are you trying to do?"

Qiao Lian pointed to the bank card statement, "Selling information is against professional ethics. Doing this kind of thing must be done secretly. Usually it is either a cash transaction or it is divided into small amounts and transferred to other accounts. , I had no idea that 200,000 yuan was credited to my card so openly! In addition, I am considered a well-known reporter in the journalistic world, and I would do it myself if I wanted to sell the news!"

"So," she turned her head suddenly and looked at the reporter aggressively: "Tell me, who sent you to frame me!"