"I also don't think you're that kind of person,"
Mr. Song, the animal park director, paced back and forth in his office, hands clasped behind his back, and said with suspicion, "This hormone scandal came too suddenly. I always feel like there's someone scheming behind this. Now all the blame is being pointed at you. Have you offended someone recently?"
It must be said that Mr. Song, despite his age, had been through many trials and his senses were still sharp. Suming didn't hide anything and nodded, saying, "Someone wants to screw me over."
"What a bastard!" Mr. Song was furious, slamming his hand on the desk. He definitely wasn't calling Suming a bastard. Now Suming was being groomed by Mr. Song as his successor, the park's future hope. To target Suming was to target the park, to disrupt Suming's life was to cut off the park's future.