Qiao Mo looked at her with a mocking smile: I did it on purpose, what are you going to do about it?
Yu Xiaoqin was almost driven to madness, her eyes shimmering with tears, a breath trapped in her chest with no way to release it, feeling increasingly uncomfortable!
"Oh? Isn't that Shen Tingting's ring?"
Suddenly, a woman looked at a ring on the ground and spoke in surprise.
Everyone turned their heads to look. Just now, when Yu Xiaoqin fell, her handbag dropped, and her phone and wallet flew out, scattered all over the place. The ring lay next to the wallet, glittering so brightly it couldn't be ignored!
"Ah, it's Tingting's ring!" Yu Xiaoqin was the first to speak, quickly picking up the ring.
A trace of sarcasm flashed in Qiao Mo's eyes, and she sneered: "I wonder why a ring that Miss Shen treasures so much would appear in your handbag? Could it be a case of the thief crying thief?"
"Qiao Mo, don't slander me! I..."
