Anna gasped and replied awkwardly to Wayne, "Hey, you seem to be the president back then."
"I am the president."
"But I wasn't in charge of the clothes brand back then," he added.
Wayne looked at Andrew and said indifferently, "You heard me on the phone this afternoon. So, do you still think I'm a liar? Or is it that you just don't want to admit it yourself."
Andrew was trembling with rage. He yelled angrily, "Oh! But this happened because you guys were fighting over it. You're really disgusting! You take the designer as a scapegoat to take the blame for you."
"Oh, if you think so, then there's nothing I can say." Wayne looked at him indifferently, then rolled the paper towel in his hand into a ball.
The white ball made a smooth arc in the air and smashed precisely into the trash can
