Lu Qiaoxiang turned around, her face no longer bearing the smile that was there before.
Ran Tong looked at her, her expression equally cold.
After a long while, Lu Qiaoxiang finally began to speak, "Ran Tong, this past year, did you feel entirely at ease? Did you sleep well at night? After doing something so guilty, don't you ever have nightmares?"
Ran Tong did not speak.
"We both know full well, the pregnancy was fake," Lu Qiaoxiang enunciated every word, her sweet feminine voice, in the silent, chilling night, sounded particularly icy, "You took advantage of Jiayu's love for you, and then you exploited my hatred towards you. Everything was part of your plan!"
She pulled out her phone, laughed coldly, tapped a few times, and then slammed it down in front of Ran Tong, "This is the Weibo post you made that day, what more do you have to say!"
Ran Tong looked at the phone screen, her tone indifferent, "It's just a Weibo post, don't you post on Weibo too?"
