Nan Sichen listened to them and looked up at the two with a gaze as cold as unmelting thousand-year-old ice, asked with a deep voice, "Did the two of you prepare the props?"
Startled by his demeanor, Liu Ruoju stuttered, "Yes, yes, we did."
Nan Sichen sneered, "That white silk was intentionally cut by someone."
"How is that possible?" Liu Ruoju exclaimed in surprise.
However, Nan Sichen merely stared at them coldly, saying no more.
Hen Zhihua nervously uttered, "Sir, you're not suspecting that we were trying to harm Yinyin, are you? We didn't, we really didn't."
"Exactly, why would we harm Yinyin? She is our classmate, we live in the same dorm, and we have no reason to harm her." Liu Ruoju defended vigorously.
But Nan Sichen remained silent.
Growing anxious, Liu Ruoju and Hen Zhihua pleaded, "We really didn't do it, Sir. You can send people to investigate."
