Yan Xinxin clenched her fists tightly and suddenly pushed through the crowd.
Mo Chuxi reached out but didn't manage to grab Yan Xinxin. She had already charged straight to Xiao Yiran, extending her hands and using all her strength to shove him hard.
"Xiao Yiran! At this point, you still want to spout nonsense and spread lies to stir public opinion! For your selfish desires, you fabricate rumors, slander, and collude! You're the most despicable, shameless, hypocrite, and a true villain!"
Her beautiful eyes widened in anger, she tightly grasped Xiao Yiran's collar, already so furious beyond measure.
"You say the surveillance footage is fake, and your recording is real, then do you dare to do a voice print analysis of this recording! Do you dare!"
"..."
"If anything happens to my brother, you are the murderer! You, Xiao Yiran, are the murderer! You insidious, vile man! Dream on about surpassing Chuxi in this life!"
