บท 883: The Image Stone

Though Ye Wanwan appeared composed on the outside, her heart was already in turmoil. She kept replaying the scene in the restroom, wondering if she had left behind any incriminating evidence.

However, the more she panicked, the less she could remember. She even began to doubt if there had been anyone else in the restroom with her.

Regardless, at this point, she had no choice but to stick to her story. If she didn't, all the efforts her parents had made to protect her that day would be in vain.