Rongrong, it should be I who harbors hatred against you, not the other way around. But why is it that every time before I move a finger, you're the one who acts as if I've wronged you, when in fact it's you who wronged me? Who exactly are you hating?
Wen Jiaren once returned to the place where the incident happened that year, but it had already been rented out and renovated inside and out. There was no clue to be found; only those four knew the truth. Ashan was already dead,
the waitress, upon hearing Rongrong's words, remembered that she did trip over something right before she fell. She hurriedly pointed toward Wen Jiaren's table, "Yes, it was just when I walked over there that I suddenly tripped over something and fell."
Ding Chenmo looked at Wen Jiaren and blurted out, "Was it you?"
Wen Jiaren smiled innocently, "My leg has been right here the whole time. Did it ever stretch out? I wouldn't know."
