"That's right. What does Young Master Zhao have to threaten you? You should be happy that he likes you. Why are you still pretending to be a chaste woman? You're really disgusting."
Zhao Yang's lackey immediately chimed in.
"That's not my notebook. I found it. Give it to me." Pan Lingling knew that they were birds of a feather, so she did not want to say too much, but she still had to explain.
The woman with braids obviously didn't believe her. She smiled coldly and rolled her eyes. "It's not yours? Pan Lingling, do you think we're stupid? How can the thing in your drawer belong to someone else? Don't tell me you're lying because we exposed your ugly side!"
The short and fat woman echoed, "Even if you didn't write it, what do you mean by keeping it in your drawer?"