Calm in the face of danger, unperturbed by sudden changes, she's truly the kind of woman Lu Jihan has his eyes on.
Song Yinyin was oblivious to Lu Jihan's intense gaze on her face. Her mind was very clear, filtering out some irrelevant details and focusing on the main point:
"Later, after Song Anqi finished playing 'Spring River Flower Moon Night,' it was my turn to play. I placed my bag on the piano bench. Later on, my hand was cut by glass shards, and the bag was not with me the whole time, until just now, when I got it back in my hand."
She paused slightly, her eyes falling on the scattered handbags on the ground, and said leisurely:
"Who knows whether someone tampered with the bag when it wasn't with me, putting Mrs. Zhao's watch in my bag?"
After speaking, she swept a calm and indifferent gaze over Song Anqi's face.
Song Anqi was startled for a moment, her face turning very ugly.
