Ma Congjun was very nervous, and she tried to make her tone harsh, but it completely missed the mark. Instead of questioning Bai Hao successfully, she gave the impression of being caught red-handed, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
Enraged to the point of laughter, Bai Hao scoffed, "Ma Congjun, you dare to question me? It's time I questioned you! Who is this guy? How did you get mixed up with him? Have you forgotten who your fiancé is?"
Bai Hao's words were fierce, filled with a compelling force.
Fearful in her heart, Ma Congjun's complexion turned even paler as she said, "Bai Hao, don't talk to me like that. I, Ma Congjun, have never acknowledged myself as anyone's fiancée. That is merely your wishful thinking. Besides, my relationship with classmate Huang Dao isn't what you imagine it to be... we... we're just ordinary friends.
"Only a filthy mind like yours could imagine such nonsense..."
