Jian Qing lightly shook her head, saying, "It's not Luoluo, it's a friend of mine."
Upon hearing this, the old man from the An family let out a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Yang Xiang, his face showing severity, "Yang Xiang, what have you done again? Didn't you listen to what I said?"
Yang Xiang bit her lip hard, resentment brewing in her heart.
"Grandfather, I know you favor Jian Qing, but you can't just blindly believe her words. It's too unfair to me," she protested.
"Yes, Xiang'er is correct." An Rong stepped forward, staring at Jian Qing, her eyes wide open in animosity. "Jian Qing, if you cannot provide evidence, then don't slander our Xiang'er."
"Evidence?"
Jian Qing's sharp eyes swept across Yang Xiang, the corner of her lips curling up with a hint of mockery. "Want evidence? That is easy. Yang Xiang, you teamed up with Daisy to kidnap Xiya, resulting in her premature delivery. How do you suppose I should settle this score with you?"
