Qi Yunqian frowned and looked at Fu Yu.
Fu Yu's face stiffened, her heart filled with resentment.
That cheap wench Shen Yanhe, no wonder she could become friends with Song Shiwei—just as loathsome as her!
Her eyes reddened, and tears fell as she looked down, pitiful and at a loss as she said, "Sister-in-law and Sister Shiwei misunderstood what I said, everything I said was for sister-in-law's good, especially since the news of sister-in-law's kidnapping has spread throughout Haicheng."
"Yunqian brother, you must believe me, we've been childhood sweethearts, how could I possibly say such malicious words?"
Shen Yanhe let out a sarcastic laugh, pulled out the smartphone from her pocket, and brought up the recording app, "Is that so? Miss Fu, I still have a recording here. Do you want me to play it for you to listen?"
Song Shiwei looked at Shen Yanhe in surprise.
She hadn't expected little He Miao to still have a trick up her sleeve.
