The girl's voice is crisp and nice, and in this quiet environment, it is very transparent.

Shen Xiu and Shen Zihao walked around and turned to look at her.

Xia Yehua has long been dead and alive by Shen Xiuqi. When he heard this, he looked at Qiao Lian in wonder.

Song Yuanxi even widened her eyes and did not understand what she was going to do.

Only Shen Liangchuan was still without a wave. He would not be surprised if Qiao Lian did anything.

Qiao Lian ignored the eyes of the people around her, and her gaze was still fixed on the reporter. She stepped in front of him step by step and slowly said, "How did I sell the news to you?"

As soon as the sentence fell, Shen Xiu said coldly, "Seeing that you didn't say anything from entering the door, thought you didn't have the courage to admit it, now you finally admit it?"

Qiao Lian turned her head and looked at him sharply.

Since he was the father of Shen Liangchuan, she was kind to him.

But at this moment, he repeatedly cursed Shen Liangchuan and Xia Yehua, Qiao Lian's anger has reached a climax, and she said politely: "You say it is me, you must always ask to understand."

Shen Xiu frowned, his face sinking, "You ..."

After talking, Qiao Lian no longer looked at him and stared at the reporter. "When and where do you say, how did I sell the news to you!"

Shen Xiu saw her in no one's eyes, and was frustrated in her heart. She pointed at the reporter and said, "Okay, if you want to say it, say it clearly and plainly! Lest some people always say I'm wrong with her!"

The reporter heard several people talking like this and had to say, "Just yesterday you called me and said it was a big news for me ..."

"With a phone call, you can make a 200,000 transaction?"

The reporter laughed: "Of course no one else can, but of course the two of us trust each other."

As soon as this word came out, Shen Xiuyu laughed out loud: "I did not expect Miss Qiao to be a veteran of selling news!"

Qiao Lian ignored him and continued to stare at the reporter: "How did I give you the picture?"

"I sent it directly to my mobile phone," the reporter replied.

Qiao Lian continued to ask: "What about text messages? Or mail?"

The reporter laughed: "How could I keep such things that lead to direct evidence? We are all colleagues, and this kind of thing that violates professional ethics, of course, is secret."

Qiao Lian didn't seem to hear the irony in his words, "So do you think, am I stupid?"

The reporter froze, "Ms. Qiao is very smart, or she won't be able to dig so much news!"

Qiao Lian sneered, turned back sternly, and said, word by word: "So, you use such low-end scams to insult my IQ?"

The reporter's eyes widened in puzzlement, while Shen Xiu frowned. "What do you want to do?"

Qiao Lian pointed to the bank card statement, "Selling news is a violation of professional ethics. You must do this secretly. Generally, it is either a cash transaction or a small amount of money to be transferred to another account. I do n’t know, 200,000 just arrived on my card so brightly! In addition, I am still a small and famous reporter in the journalist world, and I want to sell the news and I will go out on my own! "

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