Zhuang Yi paused, looking at Mu Yan's cold face, and quickly said, "I don't think that way, you wouldn't do such a thing."
"Why wouldn't I?" Mu Yan retorted, "Maybe it was me, perhaps I'm the one who deliberately sought revenge on Zhuang Chujiao, causing her to fall down the stairs."
The scene flashed through Zhuang Yi's mind, and he hesitated for a moment, quickly dismissing it as impossible.
"You're not that kind of person."
"No, I am that kind of person." Mu Yan countered, "I'm not as kind as you think, and I can even tell you that for the rest of my life, I will be at odds with Zhuang Chujiao and Liang Rong, and if given a chance, I won't let them have an easy time."
Zhuang Yi stared blankly at the fierce girl in front of him, as if he didn't recognize her.
Mu Yan had no interest in caring about his feelings now, as everyone was trying to bully her, treating her like a pushover.
She's not a saint who can forgive those who hurt her.
