Qiao Xi swept a glance at Zhou Guanjin's expression and knew that this person's thoughts had strayed far away.
She retracted her leg and slowly took a step forward, staring into Qiao Rou's eyes. "And where did you get the wrong impression that I would plead for someone who wanted to hurt me? Most importantly, didn't Wang Qing attack me because you egged her on? You should be the one apologizing to me."
Qiao Xi raised Qiao Rou's chin with one hand and carefully admired every minute change in the expression on her face.
"You tried to make Wang Qing think that I had plastic surgery, but you know very well that I didn't? We even met two days ago in the musical instrument shop."
No plastic surgeon could have their patient recover in just two to three days.
Zhou Guanjin blinked. Plastic surgery?
Did Sister Qiao Xi's face even need plastic surgery?
Everyone looked at Qiao Rou differently now.
