Ji Mo guessed correctly—Pei Ruoxi did indeed know about the incident. She had watched Zhou Cheng place a cellphone on Ning Xiaofei's prop table at the side of the stage, waiting to go on.
In her bones, Pei Ruoxi hated Ning Xiaofei to death and naturally didn't want her to achieve any good results; it was only because Mu Tianye had left such a deep shadow in her heart that she didn't dare to physically interfere with Ning Xiaofei.
When she saw Zhou Cheng take such actions, she was gleefully awaiting disaster to befall Ning Xiaofei, far from considering helping her. She didn't expect that Ji Mo would see through it all at a glance.
Staring at the empty corridor in front of her, Pei Ruoxi was so angry that she angrily threw her bag against the wall.
"Ning Xiaofei, Ning Xiaofei, why does everyone treat you well, care about you, what's so good about you?! You too, Xicheng, all you men are scum!"
After venting her anger, Pei Ruoxi stomped away in her high heels.
