Qin Han truly despised Qin Yin. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she stared at the departing Qin Yin, her gaze filled with undisguised hatred. She stood up from the ground, her legs numb from kneeling. Wanting to refute even more, Li Yueyi signaled her to stop.
She could only grit her teeth, turn around, and run upstairs.
"Old Qin, see? Hanhan has spoken. It was just a schoolmates gathering. It wasn't just her and that boy who went to the hotel, there were many others as well. Surely nothing happened." Li Yueyi sought to comfort Qin Muliang.
