Qiao Xiang was left speechless, her face cycling through shades of white, red, and purple—a thoroughly unsightly scene.
Anyone could see the embarrassment written all over Qiao Xiang's face.
All eyes in the room were fixed on her.
Having no choice, she could only speak with tearful eyes, adopting a pitiful demeanor, "I know, whatever I say now, none of you will believe me."
"How can we believe you if you don't speak?" Qiao Rui looked at her, her tone flat but each word laden with pressure, "Elder sister, why not share the unspeakable difficulties you're facing so that we all can judge for ourselves whether you have colluded with those three people or not."
"Exactly!" He Lan agreed with Qiao Rui's words, "If you don't speak up and also prevent us from calling the police, I truly can't understand you. The more you stop us, the more we suspect you're the mastermind."