After the maid finished arguing, she felt it wasn't enough and continued, "She broke the vase and, seeing the truth would come out sooner or later, wanted to blame everything on me, just a servant, but I have no reason to frame her!"
"Young master, I've been working diligently at the Zhan Family for seven or eight years. Even if there's no merit, there's hard work. You must see through everything clearly!"
Zhan Qipei's eyes shifted, and his deep, unreadable gaze fell on Qiao Jing, clearly waiting for her explanation.
His sharp gaze was as piercing as a knife, making it hard for Qiao Jing to ignore.
Qiao Jing glanced at him, said nothing, quickly shifted her gaze back to the maid, and spoke coldly, "Since you said yourself, there's no reason to frame me, and I don't recall having any grudges with you, so there should be no animosity between us."
"Therefore, I'm sure you did this under someone's instruction!"
Upon hearing this, the maid's heart thudded suddenly.
