Yingzi was shocked, her eyes widening as she stared at Shen Weilan.
She was only a foot away from Weilan, and in her eyes, this little heir cultivated by the Zhuang Family since twelve years ago was clever and talented, but otherwise unremarkable.
However, today she suddenly realized: This beautiful miss possessed a kind of aura that a child living at the mercy of others should not have.
After Weilan finished speaking, she gave Yingzi a cool glance and said, "If you think that with your few crude Photoshop skills you can create a convincing fake photo to successfully frame someone, you can continue to deceive me, but now, I've seen through it."
Yingzi was stunned, realizing she had seen through it all along.
He looked at Weilan in astonishment, suddenly feeling that the slap he had endured was not in vain.
"Miss—"
"Don't speak," Weilan said firmly. "Yingzi, I understand why you would plot against me, deceive me, I know all of your purposes."
"..."
