The courtroom suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were trained on you, Nie Xiaofei.
Presumably, no one had expected that Nie Xiaofei, always the good girl, could be so venomous behind the mask.
That slap sure stung.
Nie Xiaofei, in the limelight, almost instantaneously transitioned from the victim to the wicked perpetrator. From a subject of pity, she had abruptly become the object of disgust, loathed for her brutal and ruthless heart.
"I didn't, I didn't... she's making up these lies, she's trying to harm me by framing me!" Nie Xiaofei wept, tears streaming uncontrollably. Excitedly, she looked at Song Zhizhi, "Sister, sister, believe me, Mama Zhu is trying to sow discord, she's trying to clear her own name by framing me, sister, please trust me, we've always been close…"
Song Zhizhi remained silent, her expression cold.