Within just a few seconds, Song Anqi's face turned pitifully woeful.
Her face went pale, and tears quickly gathered in her eyes out of grievance. If one hadn't heard her earlier conversation with Zhang Zhuo, they'd surely be fooled by her.
The same old trick again!
Song Yinyin immediately retorted, "Song Anqi, you are so shameless! Have you forgotten that you admitted to me earlier that six years ago, you hired a gigolo to harm me, and now you deny it?"
Song Anqi sorrowfully said, "Sister, you can't just say such things recklessly. Yes, you came to my house earlier asking my dad for money, and my mom and I had an argument with you. It's understandable that you hold a grudge, but you can't pin something from six years ago on me like this..."
As she spoke, she began to sob.
Framing her?
Song Yinyin was so furious she could almost spit blood.
This woman really has a thick skin, talking nonsense, turning black into white!
