Xu Xingluo's expression stiffened on her face, and for a moment, she did not react.
Suddenly, she covered her face and began to cry pitifully, "Miss Qiao, where have I offended you? Is it because Brother Xingzhou saved me first, making you unhappy?"
The crowd was also stunned, whispering among themselves as they stared at Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi bit her lip hard, the taste of rust spreading in her mouth.
Xu Xingluo intended to turn the tables, didn't she? There was no surveillance in the dim light by Qing Lake. The guests would believe whatever she said.
She accused her of pulling her into the water and splashing dirt on her, forcing her to swallow this injustice in silence.
Qiao Xi's eyes reddened, and she feigned calm as she questioned, "Just now you said it seemed like someone pushed you. At that time, it was only the two of us standing together. Are you implying that I pushed you?"
Xu Xingluo, with tears in her eyes, said, "No, I didn't mean that."
