Rong Xingyu looked at Pan Yinhu, whose face was ashen and who looked as though he could barely remain standing, and said coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Pan Yinhu clenched his teeth tightly. "What does this recording even prove? Isn't it possible that you fabricated it to frame me?"
"Since I can get my hands on this kind of evidence, do you really think I don't have anything else?" Rong Xingyu frowned.
Watching Pan Yinhu struggle so desperately at the brink made him feel that it was truly ridiculous.
"Do you really want to blow this matter up even further?"
Pan Yinhu knew that what Rong Xingyu said was true.
He cast one final look at Rong Xingyu, then, as if all the spirit had been drained out of him, he left the dormitory in a daze.
What ultimately awaited Pan Yinhu was a disciplinary notice circulated throughout the entire department, as well as an indelible stain left forever on his personal record.
