Sun Jingjing was stunned by the slap, and it took her several seconds to come to her senses. "Lu Sirong, did you hit me? You actually hit me!"
Lu Sirong: "..."
She clenched her fists tightly, turned her face to the right, and glared at Lu Fengxuan with resentful eyes.
"Sister, isn't this what you wanted, to drag Jingjing down with me? Now that she has fallen into the trap, you must be satisfied, right?"
With her lips bitten, Lu Sirong's eyes reddened with grievance, "But I never did anything to hurt you. My conscience is clear. Since you all want to investigate, then I am not afraid, as I stand upright and have nothing to hide. You are free to look into matters that don't concern me."
She spoke with an air of self-righteous indignation, as if she had suffered a great deal, her whole body trembling.
"I know it has nothing to do with you," Lu Fengxuan raised her eyebrows and deliberately glanced at Sun Jingjing.
