Yan Feng seemed taken aback for a moment. "Xia Ling is kind. Not like you, always putting on an act." Jiang Ciyou scoffed. She pulled out a digital recorder and pressed play. A woman's voice emerged from the device: "It was Xia Ling. She gave me all the material. The day I resigned, she suddenly handed me a folder. She wanted me to post it online on the final day of voting so she could get the pri