Struck by fear, Xin Xiaozhen's face showed an expression of surprise and bewilderment. She widened her eyes, her pupils flaming with anger, as if she wanted to burn the two people in front of her alive: "You two set me up!!"
"Set you up?" Yu Jingrong responded casually with an innocently mischievous smile: "Miss Xin, don't you think you're being a bit harsh? I haven't done anything to set you up. From the start, it was you who caused trouble for me. I kindly told you that you got the wrong person, the wrong trouble, but you insisted on provoking me. Even when I wanted to simply buy a bracelet, you forcibly outbid me. Rich people like you lot sure know how to play, and play so brilliantly at that. I've been the scapegoat for so long without complaining, why are you accusing me of setting you up?"
It seemed that this was indeed the case. Xin Xiaozhen was left speechless and stuttered: "You, you…you."
