Five minutes later.
The once arrogant and fierce Qin Huaiyu was now kneeling on the ground, her face bruised and swollen.
Ye Ranran gripped her wrist tightly, allowing her to scream like a slaughtered pig, and turned to the journalists with a relatively calmer gaze.
She explained, "I hit her because she drugged me years ago, leading to my losing innocence and having a child, which she masterminded."
Qin Huaiyu endured the pain, her expression stunned for a second, then screamed hoarsely, "Even if you were drugged back then.
But it's an undeniable fact that you slept with so many men!
Ye Ranran, have you never doubted yourself? Who in their right mind would treat you like that!"
Ye Ranran's fingers tightened slightly around her wrist, and an indescribable emotion flashed in her eyes.
After that night, she was ill for a long time, her memories fragmented, remembering nothing but fear!