Chapter 671: 347 Unmask (Late Night)_3
The city wall isnât as thick as your shameless face.
What a case of gratitude turning into hatred over a tiny matter.
The Zhus must have had eight generations of bad luck to raise such an ungrateful creature.
Lin Qing pointed at Zhu Xiangxiang, too angry to speak.
So she had been holding a grudge all this time, hiding it beneath her façade.
âDear Xiangxiang, your Aunt sent you abroad for your own good. Itâs not cousin Ming Jingâs fault that the two of you donât get along. Your Aunt has already arranged your visa, school, and even the host family youâll stay with, ensuring you wonât suffer a single bit. Why canât you understand your Auntâs painstaking efforts? Besides, youâre already lucky enough. Greed is not good, attempting too much is bound to end in failure. What youâre doing hurts your Aunt deeply.â
Lin Ya patted Lin Qingâs back gently to soothe her while shaking her head and sighing.
She didnât know that Lin Qing had arranged for Zhu Xiangxiang to go abroad, but that didnât stop her from saying so.
Hearing Lin Yaâs words, Lin Qing became even angrier. Indeed, greed is not good. She had been kind enough to Zhu Xiangxiang, not throwing her out of the Zhusâ home and treating her like a privileged young lady. Yet, she still wasnât satisfied, causing such a huge embarrassment today.
Liu Muxue took off her high heels and hit Zhu Xiangxiang on the head with the heel, âYou little bitch, if I donât teach you a lesson, you wonât know how tough I am.â
âStop.â A young man rushed out of the crowd, pushed Liu Muxue away, and protected Zhu Xiangxiang behind him.
âOh, hereâs her lover. Boy, you really should visit an eye doctor, treating a broken thing like her as a treasure. If you donât need your eyes, please donate them to the blind.â
This green-haired guy was hard to look at, and Liu Muxue had no words in response. Zhu Xiangxiangâs taste was as poor as her conscience.
There was real cause for concern.
âWhat are you talking about? Sheâs my sister. Iâm Zhu Shaodan, the young master of the Zhus. My sister isnât wrong. That woman isnât my real sister; sheâs an imposter.â Zhu Shaodan pointed at the silent Ming Jing and shouted aloud.
After all this time, the person at the center of this drama had remained silent from start to finish. This was too unusual.
Now that her younger brother stepped forward to identify her, those who were more sensitive noticed the oddity of the situation.
The girl in white stood there quietly, her face showing no sadness or joy, no worry or anger, as though she were an outsider.
No one wanted to believe that such a lovely girl could be a scheming fraud.
Someone must be framing her.