Zhao Min sneered, "Motive? She's jealous of Shen Xuanqin's piano playing, she's jealous that Shen Xuan is going to Jing for the examination, her piano skills have one foot in the Piano Association already, and she might even become Master Yao Nan's disciple. Saying she's jealous and that's why she stole the music score isn't wrong, right?"
"You should stop slandering people. I could just as easily say that you're all jealous of our boss's good looks, so you want to frame her to get her expelled from First Middle School!" Yang Xing glared at her angrily. Could this even be considered a motive?
Wang Ning, with his towering stature, took a step forward, exuding an oppressive air. "Bullshit! Acting as if you're some kind of saint. You're not jealous of Shen Xuan, huh?"
Zhao Min jumped with fright, trembling, "Shen Xuan is my friend. Why would I be jealous of her? She naturally attracts attention, shining like a pearl; we can hardly even look up to her."