"Clear conscience needs no defense." Tan Rou didn't bother to argue further, knowing that the truth would come out soon enough.
"I know," Lu Qing hesitated, "the man in the photo..."
"He's my brother." Tan Rou didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and she felt no need to explain anything to Lu Qing.
"The hospital in the photo looks very familiar, as if it's the same one my grandfather stays at." Lu Qing was puzzled. Ever since Zhuang Liu had visited his grandfather, the old man's health had improved significantly, and the security guards mentioned that a girl came with Zhuang Liu—could it have been Tan Rou?
Tan Rou retorted, "Aren't all hospitals like that?"
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Lu Qing didn't ask further, "Let's go back to class."
The classroom was in an uproar. Tan Jing returned with an obviously swollen face. It was clear to everyone that she had been hit, but the question was, by whom?