A Trifling Matter, You Don't Need to Worry About It

"This is Workshop 8's attendance sheet. During Lu Zixue's internship, he was absent without leave for seven days, and was late or left early fourteen times."

"This is our workshop's production log. Lu Zixue made two work errors in March, three in April, and in May—"

"On May 31st, Lu Zixue got into a conflict with the workers in Workshop 8. It was only that day that we learned he knew Deputy Director Li. Before then, none of us knew."

"Lu Zixue's job in Workshop 8 was recording data. It was easy and clean. I can believe Deputy Director Li privately looked after him, but to say Deputy Director Li deliberately made things difficult for him? That's simply a joke."

"..."

Before coming to see Li Ye, Lu Jingyao had considered all sorts of possibilities, but she had never imagined she would be beaten to death with a flurry of random clubs.

Whether they were the workers and leaders of Workshop 8 or the personnel involved from the computer room and finance office, they all spoke with one voice: Lu Zixue was no good.

More importantly, whenever these people listed one of Lu Zixue's offenses, they produced clear-cut evidence and calmly handed it over for Lu Jingyao to inspect.

And Lu Jingyao did not even need to look at the attendance sheets or production logs. Just seeing Xiao Zhiyu's face flushed red from holding it in told her what bastardly things her younger brother had done over the past few months.

Xiao Zhiyu now deeply regretted not telling Lu Jingyao, when she had met her yesterday, that Lu Zixue had deliberately given up on himself in order to study abroad, and had repeatedly pressured his father into calling Lu Jingyao.

She had felt that Lu Ruichang was already lying in