A Young Lady’s Worries

During the class break, Zhao Dan walked to the elite class and called out to Yun Xi.

"I know you're doing this to help me, but why are you letting people spread false rumors? What's the use of you spreading rumors that my parents are helpers at a clothing store? Aren't their real identities still trash pickers? I reckon that sooner or later, someone will expose them."

When Zhao Dan said this, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

"Who said that I was lying?"

Yun Xi crossed her arms over her chest and asked in return.

"Then tell me, is what you said true?"

Zhao Dan questioned. Her eyes were fixed on Yun Xi as if she was trying to find an answer from Yun Xi's eyes.

She did not know why, but she trusted the woman standing in front of her very much. Although it was a rhetorical question, it was more like a statement. Zhao Dan could not wait to know what had happened.