"I've celebrated your birthday before, but never once have I celebrated Qiaoqiao's, and she has never come to accuse me."
"Besides, Jiaojiao, must you insist on being stubborn? I've already had someone check the chat records; they're fabricated."
Sang Shen's gaze followed her intensely. He hadn't intended to be so blunt, but Jiaojiao kept harping on the matter, exhausting all of his patience.
Upon hearing this, the plate in Sang Jiao's hand crashed to the ground. She hastily picked it up, her heart pounding wildly. She opened her mouth to explain but didn't know what to say.
"You say you know L, yet you didn't even know he was supposed to come tonight. Jiaojiao, I've given you many chances to come clean, which you didn't value. Initially, I planned to go along with you to the end, but you've forced my hand to make you realize your lies have been exposed sooner."
Sang Shen couldn't just dismiss all of Jiaojiao's efforts and kindness toward him because of this incident.