Yan Xinxin endured the pain deep in her heart and opened her lips to ask back.
Yan Zhirou’s smug smile froze slightly, but she quickly sneered disdainfully.
"Why shouldn’t I laugh? She’s already dead—should I cry for her for the rest of my life? Since she’s gone, she should hurry and reincarnate. Maybe next ti she’ll be born into a good family, and wouldn’t that be a reason to smile?"
This wretched woman!
Mo Chuxi truly wished he could crush her to pieces!
"Yan Xinxin, are you still unwilling to admit it? If you won’t admit to the draft incident, then how about this?"
Yan Zhirou triumphantly picked up the Angel’s Tears craft she had stolen from the gravestone.
"I spent countless sleepless nights personally making this! If I hadn’t hidden it carefully, you would’ve definitely stolen this from as well! Then I wouldn’t have been able to prove that *Angel’s Smile* was my original work!"
She spoke with convincing sincerity.
"Yan Xinxin, you truly are malicious! I’ve never t soone as vile as you!"
Yan Zhirou spun a web of lies while taking the opportunity to insult Yan Xinxin.
Mu Qianshui, sitting in the audience, chuckled with amusent.
But when Yan Xinxin looked at the cherry blossom pink jewelry box, she sneered.
"Looking at it this way, it really does seem like you, Yan Zhirou, are the original creator."
"Of course!"
Yan Zhirou affird decisively, raising her chin arrogantly.
"Just admit it already! Let everyone see your true colors!"
Yan Xinxin nodded slightly and smiled faintly.
"In that case, I only have two questions to ask you now."
Yan Zhirou glanced at Yan Xinxin arrogantly and sneered coldly.
"I have a clear conscience! Ask whatever you want!"
"How noble of you to feel guilt-free,"
Yan Xinxin laughed lightly.
"You said this craft was made by your own hands, so I’m guessing the jewelry box was also personally chosen by you for packaging, wasn’t it?"
"Duh! I specifically bought it to hold the Angel’s Smile!"
Yan Zhirou responded without hesitation, rolling her eyes fiercely at Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin nodded, unfazed.
"So, what you’re saying is... I’ve never seen this item before, nor have I ever touched it, correct?"
"Are you deaf? I just said I hid it well! If you had seen it, you definitely would’ve stolen it!"
Yan Zhirou sneered without a second thought.
"Hmm. Since Miss Yan Zhirou is so certain, that makes things easier."
Yan Xinxin replied calmly, her lips curling into a trace of a smile.
Yan Zhirou’s face froze dramatically, and she suddenly felt sothing was off!
"You claim I’ve never touched this jewelry box or seen this craft, so in front of everyone, please remove the cushion inside the box. I think you’ll discover sothing surprising."
What?!
Yan Zhirou’s expression stiffened as she looked strangely at the composed Yan Xinxin.
Sothing wasn’t right!
Sothing was definitely wrong!
"Move it now!"
Mo Chuxi ordered coldly.
The forceful chill in his tone sent a tremor through Yan Zhirou, but she dared not disobey.
The atmosphere turned instantly tense, as the audience and the panel widened their eyes, wondering if there would indeed be a dramatic twist.
Mu Qianshui, however, looked grim, already sensing trouble ahead.
Nearby, the cara operator focused the lens on Yan Zhirou, and the scene was simultaneously live-stread on the stage’s large screen.
Yan Zhirou, trembling slightly, opened the jewelry box and lifted the cushion. In that instant, her pupils contracted!
Underneath was a folded slip of paper!
And there seed to be words written on it!
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