According to Qin Xue's character, she always presented herself as particularly vulnerable, eliciting sympathy from others.
Others would immediately feel that it was her—Qin Mo—bullying Qin Xue.
"No, sister, how could I possibly say that?"
Qin Xue managed to squeeze out a faint smile. Today, many prominent people were present, and she couldn't afford to ruin her image.
Qin Mo smiled wanly and turned her target toward Lin Ruyi.
"Lin Ruyi, what were you thinking? The bride is standing right here. When you tilted the tray earlier, what if you had stained the wedding gown?" Qin Mo struck preemptively; she wasn't going to stand idly by and let them slander her.
Coincidentally, she and Qin Xue were standing in the same direction.
"I... I didn't."
"You didn't succeed, but if it weren't for me, that tray would have gone towards Qin Xue," Qin Mo deliberately distorted the truth. They were already feeling guilty; they couldn't explain clearly and had to let her make wild accusations.