"Sister, what just happened was an accident, why do you always have to blame everything on me?"
Su Xinyan's eyes reddened, looking as if she had just suffered the greatest grievance.
Su Ran hooked her lips into a smirk, "Your accident is to throw yourself into another man's arms? Should I praise you for being straightforward or applaud your willingness to debase yourself!"
Su Ran's words were so blunt that they were shameful, her tone severe but fragile inside, sharp enough to give the impression of stating facts.
Fu Qiyuan's cold gaze landed on Su Xinyan, making her face turn a few shades paler.
"Who can control tripping and falling? Sister… have you always taken such pleasure in targeting people?"
Su Ran let out a cold laugh, the corners of her lips curving ever so slightly upwards, even her brows carried a hint of a smile.
But this smile was laced with venom.