After answering the phone, Song Chuxue quickly hung up, and her complexion turned ugly.
Yet, her phone was still ringing.
Feng Jingxuan, of course, noticed something was amiss: "Who's calling?"
Song Chuxue said with tearful eyes: "I don't know who it is, they're all just harassing me."
She bit her lip, her face full of embarrassment, before she revealed the truth: "I don't know who leaked my number, they're saying Master Laisel has spoken the truth."
Thinking of this, her heart raced, breathing quickly: "I admit I pushed Matilda, but I didn't intend to harm Celeste, it was clearly an accident."
"You also helped compensate for Master Laisel's losses, and he's alright now, so why can't they just let it go?"
Towards the end, Song Chuxue's face was filled with sorrow.
Feng Jingxuan frowned; he had hired many caretakers for Laisel and hadn't visited him in the hospital since.