"No?" Song Wenbin, himself from a noble family, carried the air of prestige and dominance all about him. Hearing this, he hooked his lips into a wry smile that was full of mockery and looked at Mu Xiangwan. "Chaoyang, don't let love cloud your judgment. Have you forgotten all the bad things she's done to you since childhood? Everyone knows what kind of person she is. Ever since I've been with Mengxin, she's been all sorts of uncomfortable. Just a few days ago, she even caused a scene right here! Now, with something like this happening so coincidentally, who else could it be if not her?"
Listening to this, Mu Xiangwan's expression hardened. Unable to keep her cool, she retorted, "Song Wenbin, you—"
