Qiao Shishi handed the small bottle along with the test report to An Ning. "What should I do? Should I accuse her directly? Along with yesterday's heavy metal poison, she must be convicted, right?"
"You weren't framed, and the police won't accept the case," An Ning rolled her eyes, finding Qiao Shishi's impatience severe.
"But I can't really put this stuff on my face, can I? I don't want to ruin my face for such a scheming bitch." Qiao Shishi covered her cheek, speaking with great nervousness.
An Ning looked at her and smiled slightly. "But if your face isn't ruined, how can you pin the crime on her?"
"I'll go back and let my old man deal with it, he'll definitely get that bitch An Xueqi arrested. At the very least, my old man has the capability, right? If he doesn't do it for me, I'll kick out that mother and daughter." Qiao Shishi said angrily, hands on her hips.