The crowd completely disbelieved Chu Yang's words, snorted at what he said, and thought that Chu Yang was talking nonsense, deliberately framing and setting up Li Changhong.
Li Changhong had a smug expression on his face, and he let out a few cold laughs, "Chu Yang, you despicable and shameless, sly and crafty little man."
"I see that you have no confidence in curing Miss Yu's eyes, that's why you're clinging to me, trying to push the blame onto me."
Chu Yang's expression was icy, and two cold lights shot from his eyes.
At this moment, Yu Xiaoxue spoke up gently, her voice light and lively, like a hundred spirits in a quiet valley, clear and pleasant to the ear: "When Li Changhong used the Seventh Needle just now, I felt nauseous and panicked."
"My heart was beating violently."
"If it wasn't for Mr. Chu saving me in time, I might have been in mortal danger."
"So, what Mr. Chu just said was not a lie, nor did he deliberately frame and set up Li Changhong."
