Feng Yangyang thought she was bound to die, and once dead, no one would know who pushed her.
"I didn't do it." Feng Yangyang fearfully hid behind Gu Zhichuan, "I don't know why she started hitting me as soon as she arrived; she's so frightening."
One looked fiercely determined, the other, with bruises around her neck, weakly hid behind someone, naturally garnering sympathy from the onlookers.
"Aren't you two friends? Earlier, I saw you walking arm in arm, laughing and talking."
"Could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Even if there's a misunderstanding, you shouldn't resort to physical violence. She almost strangled her to death."
The crowd's doubts and questions almost made Xing You explode with anger, so her glare towards Feng Yangyang became even more venomous.
Feng Yangyang timidly clutched at a corner of Gu Zhichuan's clothes, as if this could give her courage and protection.