Wen Wanzhi stood still, isolated and without support.
Bao Yancheng's trust in her couldn't withstand even the slightest turbulence.
Bao Yancheng helped Xiang Yiran sit on the sofa.
Xiang Yiran's head still softly rested on his shoulder.
Wen Wanzhi clenched the notebook and bag in her hands, and watched Xiang Yiran with a cold eye, unable to refrain from speaking.
"You can say whatever you want with just your side of the story. If you really sent someone to protect me, why did nobody know about the commotion when I was attacked that day? Xiang Yiran, you should lie more cleverly."
Xiang Yiran seemed to have anticipated that Wen Wanzhi would not let her distort the truth.
With a face both aggrieved and enduring, she pulled out her phone from her bag, unlocked it, and handed it to Bao Yancheng.
"Yancheng brother, I know more words are useless, here are my chat records with Uncle Li, you and sister Wanzhi can check them out! See if I have wronged sister Wanzhi in any way."