She and the maid were both victims of an unintended incident. Their collision was not intentional, even if it later caused trouble.
But what about these people? She had done nothing to those who pointed fingers at her, so why were they bullying her so fiercely?
She was not a saint, she hadn't done anything guilty, it was these people who started it!
With these thoughts in Chenxing's mind, she lost her restraint and courtesy. Unconsciously, her mouth curled upwards. Her every word, every action, it only intensified the ominous sense of gathering storm clouds in the eyes of the guests.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"I didn't mean it either."
"I really didn't mean it."
"..."
The apologies echoed around intermittently.
Chenxing did not accept them.
She clasped Gu Shaocheng's hand, her demeanor assertive, pointing at the apologising people, "Get them out, Gu Shaocheng, I never want to see them again. Could you do that for me?"
