Upon hearing Yan Xinxin’s words, Ling Siyu’s heart instantly tightened with nervousness.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Ling Siyu rebuked angrily, struggling like a dying animal.
"You smeared this stuff on my chair, and now you’re trying to frame me?"
"I’m not framing you, I’m simply repaying you in kind."
"I have a video here. I believe once everyone sees it, the truth will be crystal clear."
Yan Xinxin wasted no words and took out her phone, directly opening the video she had recorded.
At the mention of the word "video," Ling Siyu immediately felt as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over her from head to toe!
In the video played by Yan Xinxin, Ling Siyu’s true performance was revealed in full.
Her sinister smile, the words she had spoken, and the footage of her pouring super glue onto Yan Xinxin’s chair—all were captured clearly and accurately!
Towards the end, Yan Xinxin herself appeared in the video.
The scene of her swapping the chairs was also recorded!
When the video finished playing, everyone understood, and Ling Siyu was left pale-faced, looking as though she wished she could crawl into a hole—her appearance was truly grating.
"Ling Siyu, I’ll give you a piece of advice: Those who harm others will only harm themselves in the end."
Yan Xinxin coolly threw out those five words.
Ling Siyu clenched her fists and suddenly stood up in fury.
"Yan Xinxin, you f*cking... Ah!"
Ling Siyu had only just leapt up to curse, but the space was too cramped, and as she stood, the chair pressed against her from behind, causing her to lose her balance and tumble heavily to the floor—a complete and humiliating faceplant!
A girl couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Although it didn’t seem entirely polite, Ling Siyu’s deserving downfall didn’t evoke a shred of sympathy.
As evening approached, Yan Xinxin finished her classes.
Ling Siyu was holding it in and waiting in the classroom for her friend to bring her some clothes. After all, in her current state, if she didn’t take off the outer skirt, she’d have to head home with the chair still stuck to her.
Reflecting back, Yan Xinxin felt quite satisfied.
Thank goodness for her quick wit in capturing the footage; otherwise, the truth would have been turned upside down by Ling Siyu.
She slowly walked toward the school entrance and glanced toward the road.
She didn’t see Mo Chuxi just yet, but she did catch sight of Mu Shaoqian, hurrying anxiously toward her.
"Yan Xinxin, come to the hospital with me right now!"
Mu Shaoqian came up and issued an unreasonable demand.
"Sir, if you’re sick, you can go to the hospital yourself."
Yan Xinxin responded coldly and stepped around him to leave.
Without giving her a chance to evade, Mu Shaoqian reached out and grabbed her arm, his attitude domineering.
"Yan Xinxin, do you realize you nearly killed someone? And here you are, casually attending class as if nothing happened!"
"What nonsense are you spewing? Who did I kill?"
"My sister, Mu Qianshui!"
Mu Shaoqian tightened his grip on Yan Xinxin’s arm as he spoke.
"If you hadn’t taken Xixi and said things you shouldn’t have to Qianshui, would she have been so mentally distracted as to have a car accident?"
"Mu Qianshui had a car accident?"
Yan Xinxin was rather surprised.
"Stop pretending! Isn’t Qianshui’s misfortune exactly what you wanted to see?"
"Are you seriously ill? Mu Qianshui’s car accident is something I could control? Did I hire someone to crash into her? Everyone in the Mu family has a persecution complex, don’t they?"
Mu Shaoqian was briefly stunned by Yan Xinxin’s words.
"Yan Xinxin, I won’t waste time arguing. You have to come to the hospital now; only if you go will that eldest Mo master..."
A heavy punch landed out of nowhere, forcing Mu Shaoqian to release her and stagger back several steps.
He cried out in pain, not yet seeing clearly who had hit him, when an icy voice sliced sharply through the air.
"Mu Shaoqian, are you tired of being the pampered young master? Want to try spending a few days locked up?"