Han Xue'er froze for a moment as though she had not expected this to happen. "Who's the scapegoat?" she asked hastily.
Han Yun'er was all smiles as she replied, "Someone else you hate too — Bai Meijiao.
"Why is it her? How did you push the blame onto her?"
Feeling that the events had fallen into place nicely by fate, a pleased Han Yun'er said, "She's only got herself to blame. She's so dumb to want to harm Mu Xiaoxiao at this time. This morning, she hid a gift box containing itching powder in Mu Xiaoxiao's desk drawer. Unfortunately, she became the victim of the deed herself when the powder got onto her face. Mu Xiaoxiao, that slut, has such good luck!"
Han Yun'er gritted her teeth as she said the last few words.
She was thinking maliciously: Why hadn't the itching powder fallen onto Mu Xiaoxiao's face? It would have been the best if it had been poisonous as well so that her beauty would have been destroyed!