Chapter 671: 347 Unmask (Late Night)_3
The city wall isn’t 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.
“Dear Xiangxiang, your Aunt sent you abroad for your own good. It’s not cousin Ming Jing’s fault that the two of you don’t get along. Your Aunt has already arranged your visa, school, and even the host family you’ll stay with, ensuring you won’t suffer a single bit. Why can’t you understand your Aunt’s painstaking efforts? Besides, you’re already lucky enough. Greed is not good, attempting too much is bound to end in failure. What you’re doing hurts your Aunt deeply.”
Lin Ya patted Lin Qing’s back gently to soothe her while shaking her head and sighing.
She didn’t know that Lin Qing had arranged for Zhu Xiangxiang to go abroad, but that didn’t stop her from saying so.
Hearing Lin Ya’s 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 Zhus’ home and treating her like a privileged young lady. Yet, she still wasn’t satisfied, causing such a huge embarrassment today.
Liu Muxue took off her high heels and hit Zhu Xiangxiang on the head with the heel, “You little bitch, if I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t know how tough I am.”
“Stop.” A young man rushed out of the crowd, pushed Liu Muxue away, and protected Zhu Xiangxiang behind him.
“Oh, here’s her lover. Boy, you really should visit an eye doctor, treating a broken thing like her as a treasure. If you don’t need your eyes, please donate them to the blind.”
This green-haired guy was hard to look at, and Liu Muxue had no words in response. Zhu Xiangxiang’s taste was as poor as her conscience.
There was real cause for concern.
“What are you talking about? She’s my sister. I’m Zhu Shaodan, the young master of the Zhus. My sister isn’t wrong. That woman isn’t my real sister; she’s an imposter.” 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.