"Mother knows well, don't worry. I will support you no matter what!" Lady Ding comforted her daughter while fiercely cursing, "It's all because of that mean girl Ji Xinhe! All because of her!"
"Yes, it's her! She must have framed me; no one else could have done it. She must have stolen my hairpin, and that golden lock from the Pork Seller must have been deliberately placed in front of me by her. It's a pity I've fallen into her trap..." Ji Xiulan thought more about it and felt more suffocated. Finally, she just sobbed under her blanket.
Lady Ding's face turned cold, "How did that girl suddenly become so cunning? I've really underestimated her."
"Fortunately, Zhiru left early yesterday to attend the private school in town. He probably doesn't know about this yet. But he will eventually find out!"