Yang Yingrong rarely felt so embarrassed and aggrieved in front of Su Chaoxi. Her eyes reddened as she looked at Su Chaoxi before her and finally lost her patience, "Fine, you say you're no different from Nuannuan, right? Then let me tell you, you are different from Nuannuan!"
"She is the daughter I've raised since she was little. She's gentle, pure, kind, and besides, many people know her. If we were to push her forward to take the blame, no one would believe it! You, on the other hand, are different."
Yang Yingrong's face was full of self-righteousness, "You grew up in an orphanage since you were little, mingling with all sorts of people from the lower rungs of society. Only when you do such things does it make sense. Besides, Longlong likes you so much, and he would do something because he listened to you, which is all too normal."
On the sideline, Su Aolong nodded in agreement again and again, echoing, "That's right, that's right."
