Mo An was shocked.
How did Feng Yi know?
At that time, Feng Yi, who was downstairs, should not have been able to see where she was standing on the stairs.
Or was her acting not good enough?
"No, Luo Yangyang pushed me down the stairs!"
Under Feng Yi's understanding and warm gaze, Mo An gritted his teeth and continued to deny it.
She couldn't admit it. She absolutely couldn't admit it!
Otherwise, she would be slapping herself. Everyone would know that she was lying to frame Luo Yangyang.
"Why did she push you down the stairs?"
Feng Yi looked at Mo An, who was so stubborn and stubborn, and his eyes darkened slightly.
Mo An was so young, but he was so scheming. What had she experienced?
"Because she hates me!"
Moan's clenched fists were drenched in sweat due to his nervousness.
Amidst her overly tense emotions, her ears began to ring. The buzzing sound almost made it impossible for her to hear what Feng Yi was saying.