"What do I have to be guilty about?" Xiang Shan took off the bag from her wrist, unzipped it, and pried it open, only to see the photograph that was supposed to be in Sang Qian's wheelchair lying inside her bag.
Her face turned pale instantly, "How ... how is this possible?"
Sang Qian said indifferently, "The thing is in your bag, who are you asking?"
Xiang Shan, her face pale with horror, quickly turned to Shen Zhiqiu, "Zhiqiu, it wasn't me, I don't know why these photos are in my bag, you and I are like sisters, I would never do anything to hurt you."
Shen Zhiqiu's eyes widened, full of shock; she had never imagined the photos would be in Xiang Shan's bag and was momentarily unable to react.
Seeing that Shen Zhiqiu did not speak, Xiang Shan immediately turned to Shen Qingshan, "Director Shen, it really wasn't me, someone must be framing me, deliberately planting it in my bag."
