"Uncle," Song Weisha said quickly, forcing out a light laugh, "you're underestimating her. Earlier today, she even ran to the school to see Bi Ge. Song Yue, do you dare say you didn't meet him?"
"I did meet him," Song Yue replied calmly, without the slightest hesitation. "And why wouldn't I? If Cousin doubts me so much, why not call him here and ask him face to face?"
Song Weisha's lips parted, but no sound came out.
She didn't dare.
If Bi Ge appeared here, everything she had done behind the scenes would be dragged into the light. She could only swallow the words back down, her fingers tightening at her side.
Elizabeth had just returned from upstairs. She pressed a hand lightly to her chest, a faint headache forming. This girl was far more troublesome than she had anticipated. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and impossible to control.
