As she spoke, Zhao Lixiang couldn't help but shout at Yan Xiangxiang, " Xiangxiang, quickly explain what happened yesterday. I didn't know anything at all. I was clearly talking to you. What happened after that?”
At this moment, Yan Xiangxiang felt as if she was being pulled out and roasted over a fire. All of them disregarded their own feelings and pulled her out to block the arrow, as if all the mistakes were caused by her.
Looking at these so-called relatives in the room, she felt that her entire chest was burning with raging anger, and it was about to spew out.
However, she could not vent her anger now, nor could she put on a posture. She could only compromise and reduce her sin.
It was not the time to offend her uncle's family yet. She still had to rely on them to climb up.
