"I don't know, I only know someone wants to clean her clock!" Fu Ya glared at the person on stage with hatred, snickering as she said, "That's right, some people are such failures at being human. Disliked by everyone, no wonder they make enemies who want to get even. Just wait and watch the drama unfold."
That's what she said, and no matter how much Xia Xue pressed her, she refused to say more.
It wasn't that she didn't want to talk; she wasn't clear on who was going to deal with Rong Yan. She saw a few shady-looking men and women huddled together in a secluded corner of the venue, whispering and exchanging things in their hands, when she arrived earlier.
She overheard those people mentioning 'Rong Yan,' 'singing,' 'at that time,' 'throw things,' and other such words.
Fearing discovery, she left first.
But she could guess that someone had probably organized a group specifically to take Rong Yan down.
