"Why, why... AHH!"
"Su Li sold Tang Mo, not me! AHH..."
Qin Shanshan roared and struggled, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Li and Little Tang Mo.
If looks could kill, Su Li and Little Tang Mo would have been dead several times over.
Su Li pulled Little Tang Mo behind her, watching the endlessly struggling Qin Shanshan being dragged away, and closed her eyes.
Seeing Qin Shanshan now, it was as if she was seeing her past self.
How many times in her past life had she screamed so desperately—out of indignation, resentment, and regret?
When she was wrongly accused, when she fell into despair time and again, when she sought out Tang Mo only to return disappointed... she had been just like this.
Time... after time...
What Qin Shanshan was suffering now was nothing more than what she herself had already experienced.
'Besides, what does she have to feel wronged about? What is there to hate? She wasn't even falsely accused.'
