He was in a suit, and given the cut and design, it was evidently a luxury brand. The aura he exuded was extraordinary as well, signaling his status.
Wu Jie's mother dared not go overboard, but she was frustrated and anxious at this point. Her shrill voice rang out again. "Alright, if you say there wasn't a fight, then so be it. But how can your child go around telling her friends such untrue stories? Wu Jie only caused such trouble in school because she heard stories from her. As a parent, you're trying to just get past this by apologizing? Dream on."
She pointed at Qiao Chen and yelled, "Such a young lady, pretty good-looking at that. But causing so much trouble behind people's backs. How did your parents raise you? Huh!"
Qiao Chen's face was like a sheet of paper, about to be ripped into pieces.
In the face of accusation, she felt unbearably aggrieved. Yet, she dared not defend herself, and hence took it all in and simply cried.
