Lin Zhizhi was a very self-aware person; she knew that she was no match for Mu Qingli.
She had done many things she was sorry for to Yan Shu.
But that was what Yan Shu owed her.
Mu Qingli spoke in a faint tone, countering, "I never said Yanyan's death had anything to do with you. Why are you in such a hurry to clear your name? Could it be that you're feeling guilty like a thief?"
Mu Qingli was indeed there to cause trouble. Hearing these words, Lin Zhizhi's face turned pale. "I didn't, I really didn't!"
Just then, Tong Shishi walked out from the other side, "You didn't? Yet I dream every night of the old Yan telling me about your crimes! If it weren't for your deliberate plotting, old Yan wouldn't have been sent to the psych ward, much less burned to death alive! Lin Zhizhi, do you realize how horribly old Yan died?"
Tong Shishi advanced towards Lin Zhizhi step by step; with each step she took, Lin Zhizhi stepped back guiltily.
