An Hao hadn't expected Song Yueqin to be so vicious as to aim a fatal blow at her during the examination. An Hao's heartbeat quickened, but she reminded herself that she must remain calm.
She must not panic!
"Teacher, this handwriting isn't mine!" She unfolded the cheat sheet and glanced at it, then brought it close to the proctoring teacher, "Song Yueqin sits behind me, and my pocket was open. Who can guarantee that this slip of paper isn't hers? That she didn't frame me by putting it into my pocket?"
"This slip of paper isn't mine. Don't believe me? Look at my handwriting," Song Yueqin said after glancing at the slip.
The handwriting was her mother's, Zhang Juyun's, and because it was different, she dared to take the risk.
Even if An Hao could clarify matters, there was no evidence to show that this slip of paper belonged to Song Yueqin.
