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

"Yes, yes, I remembered it wrong, it was December 13th."

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

"You're wrong again."

Song Hongyan said calmly: "Lin Baishun will be in Zhonghai throughout December."

"In addition to supervising the live broadcast shipments of Internet celebrities, he is also planning to build a Qingyi Wuxia ointment factory in Zhonghai."

"The whole December was busy in Zhonghai."

"Because I gave him instructions that Qingyi Wuxia will be online on January 1st, so he can only work overtime."

"His entry and exit records, not only the factory attendance records are archived, but there are also videos to prove it."

"So you won't be able to see Lin Baishun in December, let alone hear him talk about the horse crash."

Song Hongyan smiled again: "How about you think about other days?"

"Be honest!"

At this time, Yang Jianxiong's face turned cold, he pulled out a gun with his backhand, put it on Jia Daqiang's head and shouted:

"If you dare to make it up again, I will kill you with one shot today."

He shouted sharply: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Mr. Yang, spare your life, Director Yang, spare your life!"

Jia Daqiang fell to his knees with a plop, and lost control of his emotions and cried bitterly to Fandansi:

"Prince, I'm sorry. I don't dare to lie anymore. I can't help you frame Mr. Song anymore..."
Chapter completed!