Su Tang forced Su Xinyao to back away, step by step, until her back hit the cold wall.
She clenched her fists, but the sharp pain of her nails digging into her palms couldn't suppress the panic rising in her heart.
"You're spouting lies!"
Su Xinyao raised her voice, trying to mask her guilt with bravado.
"Su Tang, you just can't stand to see me doing well. That spot back then should have been mine! If you hadn't pulled your tricks..."
Hearing this, Su Tang raised an eyebrow. She pulled a manila envelope from her pocket and tipped out a stack of yellowed letter paper.
"Tricks like having Su Rui'an forge a recommendation letter for you? Or tricks like taking the hospital's study-abroad funds and fooling around in dance halls?"
The papers scattered in the air, and a few clear photographs fluttered to the ground.
In the photos, Su Xinyao was wearing a revealing dress, embracing strange men in a garish dance hall.
