"Failing to argue, you seek a man to lean on; indeed, having a man does give you confidence."
Shimo's gaze was frosty as he fixed it on Qiao Ran, "Qiao Ran, I saw with my own eyes how you ungratefully pushed Wanqing, causing her to hit the flowerpot, and then you slandered Wanqing with your eloquent excuses in front of me. Do you think I'm blind? I order you to apologize to Wanqing now, or don't blame me for being rude to you."
Qiao Ran felt a chill in her heart; she finally understood that even if she had evidence, in the eyes of the one who favored another, her so-called evidence could also be seen as proof of her framing someone else.
In Shimo's eyes, Song Wanqing was the kind and gentle, beautiful and generous lamb, while she was the malicious schemer, an ungrateful venomous snake biting back.
"I won't apologize; what can you do to me?" Qiao Ran's cold gaze fearlessly met Shimo's.