Just as Xue Chengren had mentally prepared himself to deal with Yu Zihan, Yu Zihan suddenly changed his tack. He turned to Chen Qilang, his young face somber, and said, "Chen Qilang, it was you who deliberately stole the assignment from my desk, imitated the handwriting on it, and wrote that note to frame me, wasn't it!"
Chen Qilang was so terrified his vision blurred. He shook his head frantically. "No! I... I didn't..."
"If it wasn't you, how could you be so certain that such a note existed? And so certain the writing on it was in my hand!"
