Tan Rou laughed, "Tan Jing, your face is injured. Who hit you?"
Tan Jing opened her mouth, but the words "It was you" just couldn't come out.
Instead, the people around answered for Tan Jing, "Of course it was you. What, you don't dare to admit it?"
Tan Rou ignored those people, still staring straight at Tan Jing, "Is that so? Have you thought of a good story yet? Anyway, you know I'm acquainted with Zhuang Liu. He's very close to the boss. Why don't I ask him to pull the surveillance footage from the courtyard and show everyone what really happened?"
Hearing this, Tan Jing felt even more guilty, her gaze shrinking away.
Tan Rou's presence was too intimidating, her eyes locked on her at all times, making her feel uneasy, and Tan Rou's words made her even more afraid— if there truly was surveillance, wouldn't it be a huge blow to her face?
The onlookers started to sense that something was amiss by watching the two of them.
