Ye Caitang: "…"
That was impressive. The Oscars owed Ye Muxue a golden statue.
"Muxue, don't be sad. I'll help you clear your name." Gu Junyi looked at Ye Muxue's weak and sad appearance and patted Ye Muxue's back tenderly.
When Ye Caitang heard Gu Junyi's comforting words to Ye Muxue, she was speechless. "…"
She should not have come to save this little ingrate—who had been bewitched—today.
Gu Junyi helped the tear-stained Ye Muxue stand up and shouted angrily at the red-haired youth with cold eyes,
"Did you hear that? The culprit who harmed your brother isn't Muxue; it's this little mute."
"All of you, get lost. I want to take Muxue away from here."
Ye Muxue said weakly to the red-haired youth,
"Seek your revenge with my sister. I don't want to take the fall for her anymore."
Ye Caitang: "…"
F*ck, she did it on purpose, right?