"I framed you?" mocked Shen Fanxing aloud.
"You kept calling him Brother Heng. Does your Brother Heng love me so much that it breaks my heart? Is this his way of showing he loves me?"
Shen Qianrou's face froze and her fingers dug into her palms. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
The corners of Shen Fanxing's lips curled, and her face was cold and somewhat cruel.
The date on the next photo indicated that it was taken two years ago. Su Heng had sent Shen Qianrou home that night and the two of them kissed in front of the Shen family's mansion.
Su Heng had already rushed to Shen Qianrou and lifted her up from the floor with a look of heartache.
"Qianrou, are you alright?"
There was another round of hushed whispers rippling across the hall. Su Heng's action had indeed proven some facts.
Shen Fanxing took a look at the photo. With her eyes full of sarcasm, she stared at Su Heng coldly.