Upon hearing Cheng Su's question, Chen Zhiquan broke out in sweat despite the freezing weather.
He struggled to squeeze out a semblance of a smile, but it was uglier than a cry, and he said, "President Cheng, I don't quite understand what you mean!"
"Is that so?" Cheng Su was in no hurry and simply passed over a tissue, "Wipe your sweat!"
Chen Zhiquan was unbearably embarrassed. He took the tissue but didn't wipe; he became even more tense.
"Zhiquan, you know how much effort our company has put in since its inception. If such contaminated jam were really to be consumed, tarnishing our company's reputation would be the least of our worries; if it caused a fatality, that would be a major incident. I really can't fathom who would have such a deep hatred against Joy Soon Loy to set up such a despicable trap against us," Cheng Su glared at him.
