Xia Ye stopped in her tracks, turned back, and glanced at Zhou Yao. She touched the tip of her nose with the pad of her finger, as if contemplating something.
Meanwhile, Xia Yourong displayed an indifferent attitude as she opened the door to the principal's office, saying, "It's utterly baffling, I have no idea what you keep talking about. I've never played with you in any kindergarten. I hope you confess soon and save the police uncles the trouble."
Zhou Yao's expression froze; she hadn't expected Xia Yourong to say that.
Whenever she brought up their childhood, Xia Yourong had always been vague and evasive, never flat-out denying it like this.
Zhou Yao had always thought that Xia Yourong simply couldn't recall their childhood events clearly.
Xia Yourong herself was taken aback when she opened the door to find a crowd of students who had gathered at some point, seemingly to watch the excitement.
"Xiaorong, how did it go? Did Zhou Yao confess?"
