As long as Shi Yaoguang couldn't produce any evidence, Yu Zhenzhen could totally deny what the scene was actually like.
With this thought, Yu Zhenzhen felt relieved.
The look she gave Shi Yaoguang carried a hint of triumph.
"You want to recreate the scene? Sure, I'm willing to cooperate," she said.
"Alright," Shi Yaoguang nodded, taking a little clip painted with a smiley face out of her pocket—it was the decorative item she usually wore on her chest.
Seeing her suddenly produce this item, Yu Zhenzhen was puzzled, "What are you doing with that?"
"First, let's show everyone what exactly happened, and then we can recreate the scene," replied Shi Yaoguang nonchalantly.
A bad feeling started to blossom in Yu Zhenzhen's heart.
Recreate the scene?
How would she do that?
Surely she wouldn't force her to scratch her own face again, would she?
