"However..."
The elegant woman in a light blue dress paused her tone, took a gentle step towards Han Zaijing, and looked him directly in the eye.
Facing Han Zaijing's sharp, scrutinizing gaze, she showed no hint of retreat or fear. After a moment, she spoke: "A group of people condemning a girl is not something worthy of praise."
Her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, without fear or aggression, yet it pressured people even in its calmness.
Han Zaijing clicked his tongue, furrowed his brows sharply, this Qin Qingran!
Gu Xiaoer was so touched she could die. Only she knew, ever since coming to Haijing City, everyone and everything she encountered was driven by self-interest, every bit tied to status and privilege.
How many times she had been harmed, how many people attacked her without discerning right from wrong, yet no one ever spoke a fair word for her.