Yan Xinxin endured the pain deep in her heart and opened her lips to ask back.
Yan Zhirou's smug smile froze slightly, but she quickly sneered disdainfully.
"Why shouldn't I laugh? She's already dead—should I cry for her for the rest of my life? Since she's gone, she should hurry and reincarnate. Maybe next time she'll be born into a good family, and wouldn't that be a reason to smile?"
This wretched woman!
Mo Chuxi truly wished he could crush her to pieces!
"Yan Xinxin, are you still unwilling to admit it? If you won't admit to the draft incident, then how about this?"
Yan Zhirou triumphantly picked up the Angel's Tears craft she had stolen from the gravestone.
"I spent countless sleepless nights personally making this! If I hadn't hidden it carefully, you would've definitely stolen this from me as well! Then I wouldn't have been able to prove that *Angel's Smile* was my original work!"
She spoke with convincing sincerity.
