The girl pushed forward by Ye Qiao was about the same age as Ning Xiaofei, with a pretty face and dressed in a white dress, her waist adorned with the number "16"—also a contestant in the competition, named An Qi, who usually had a good relationship with both Ning Xiaofei and Ye Qiao.
"It's not..." An Qi hastened to wave her hands, "Xiaofei, Ye Qiao, don't get me wrong, this is my phone, but... I... I really didn't do it."
"Then how come your phone is on Xiaofei's presenter's desk?" Ye Qiao angrily demanded.
"I... I don't know either!" An Qi's tone was so flustered it became stammering, "Anyway, it really wasn't me, I'm innocent, Ye Qiao..." She reached out to hold Ye Qiao's arm but was shaken off, prompting An Qi to turn anxiously to Ning Xiaofei, "Xiaofei, you must believe me!"
"To think I treated you as a good friend, watch how I deal with you today!" Ye Qiao said with a dark face and a curse, ready to charge over.
