Qiao Qiqi's gaze swept over the people talking, especially when looking at Qiao Yue'er, her eyes showed mockery and coldness.
Qiao Yue'er thought about how these people were also slandering her own father, and instantly felt like a thorn was in her back. In a flash, she was both ashamed and angry, thinking that old man now only had eyes for his biological daughter; where did that leave her?
"..."
"The knife's not stabbing you, so of course you don't feel the pain! Wait until someone points at your nose and slanders you for having an improper relationship with your father. Only then, when you can forgive that person, can you preach to me!"
"..."
The classmates who were trying to persuade her were at a loss for words.
Some classmates with a strong sense of justice spoke up, "Exactly, I don't think Qiao Qiqi's wrong. If someone slandered me like that, I'd want to kill him!"
