The entire hall suddenly fell silent.
Song Zhizhi coldly stared at Xiaoqing.
With a runny nose and tears streaming down his face, Xiaoqing said, "Miss told me to go out and buy something last night, said it should be slipped into Second Miss's milk. I fear being fired by the Miss, so I had to follow her arrangements."
Song Zhizhi pursed her lips, glancing at Nie Wenzhi. Seeing her also appearing too shocked to speak, she spoke dryly, "Xiaoqing, bearing false witness and slandering people is a crime."
"I'm sorry, Miss, I really don't want to go to jail. My family depends on me. I can't go to jail, I'm sorry, Miss…" Xiaoqing was crying devastatingly.
Song Shan's face turned much uglier, he coldly asked Song Zhizhi, "What's going on?"
"I did not do it," replied Song Zhizhi, emphasising each word.
