"What's the matter, Li Changlin, got cold feet?" Upon hearing Li Changlin's voice, Wang Yifan immediately retorted with scornful laughter.
"Scared? You got it wrong, Wang Yifan." Li Changlin shook his head, and then pointed at Luo Sitian, saying, "If we're going to search anyone, it should be Luo Sitian first. Wang Yifan, let's be honest—she spent the most time with you. I think you wouldn't refuse my suggestion."
"Li Changlin, you—shut up!" Luo Sitian, taken aback at first, suddenly realized what was happening after hearing Li Changlin still speaking so defiantly.
"What's the matter, feeling guilty!" Li Changlin shrugged his shoulders, his face filled with mockery.
"What do I have to feel guilty about? I did not steal Wang Yifan's ring; he and I are classmates, why would I steal from him!" Luo Sitian was so angry that she was practically jumping like thunder, looking at Li Changlin's expression.
