"Even if I fully extended my arm, I probably wouldn't have touched you at all."
Lai Qinghuan raised her hand and smoothed her sleek, long hair. "Miss Qiao's defense… leaves me at a loss for words. When danger approaches, people instinctively try to avoid it, and I'm no exception. It was a critical situation, and I couldn't predict whether Miss Qiao could actually hit me or if the gesture was just meant to scare me."
"Heh," Qiao An sneered, "Who can prove what you said is true? After all, at the time, you deliberately told your friend it was you who snitched, to get my attention. When I confronted you, you intentionally enraged me. Then, in a situation where you couldn't possibly be hit, you deliberately fell down the escalator in panic. Every move connected, closely linked. Miss Lai, I can't help but admire your cunning."
"Does Miss Qiao always assume the worst in others?"
