Ye Weining looked at Li Tianlin, her delicate face icy cold.
Li Tianlin braced himself to endure her scrutiny.
"Li Tianlin."
After a long while, Ye Weining finally spoke.
"Hm?" Li Tianlin hastily responded.
"How disgusting must you be to say such things?" Ye Weining asked, her clear, cold voice tinged with layers of chilly frost.
Li Tianlin couldn't stand it and widened his eyes: "You don't believe me? I kindly came to tell you these things, yet you don't believe me?"
"Just because you say it, I have to believe it? Who made that rule?" Ye Weining sneered, "I have my own eyes, I can discern right from wrong. The person who framed Li Tianyi last night was you! You're the one who had sweet dream fragrance placed in his car!"
Li Tianlin's face changed dramatically: She knows?
