"Jie Xiaoqin, jealousy makes a person ugly. You're already quite plain-looking; shouldn't you at least try to beautify your soul?"
"Do you think a few words from you are enough to make people stupidly act as your pawns, charging into battle for your selfish desires?"
"Or do you believe what you did was so flawless that no one could possibly notice?"
"You remember what I said, don't you? You can get away with something once or twice, but not a third or fourth time. I still have that letter of guarantee Mr. Yuan wrote."
"Just you wait for your ruin!"
Jie Xiaoqin pressed her lips together tightly. A flash of shock at being discovered crossed her downcast eyes, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly at the fear of facing the consequences.
But then a thought occurred to her. 'Xia Zhaoyun can't possibly have any evidence. Besides, I really only said a few words. What consequences could there be?'
She lifted her head, her face a mask of humiliation, and said:
