Zhu Guizhi's face turned deathly pale.
She had indeed said those words.
Her lips trembled, and facing Qingyu Qiao like this, she felt as if she were staring at the devil himself.
It was at this moment that she finally remembered what Liu Qiao Wen had once told her: never meddle with Qingyu Qiao without sufficient capability, or else you would regret it for the rest of your life.
Right now, Zhu Guizhi was filled with regret. She shouldn't have come to find Qingyu Qiao unprepared. She had thought she was just dealing with an eighteen-year-old girl, a newlywed bride. How could she have stood a chance against her?
But now, it was she who was about to kneel!
Zhu Guizhi's lips quivered, and suddenly, she screamed frantically, "I didn't say it, Qingyu Qiao, you're slandering me, you're lying, I never said such a thing!"
Qingyu Qiao let out a cold laugh, unmoved, her voice sharp and every word crystal clear.
