Yang Mo turned her head to look and met Xia Xibei's cold and sarcastic eyes.
"Miss Yang, I want to know, do we have any grudges? Why is it that every time something happens, it's my fault?"
Xia Xibei stood not far in front of her in a decent dress, with delicate
makeup and a powerful aura.
Yang Mo, on the other hand, was a sight, just barely covering her body with clothes and in a very messy state.
The difference between the two was huge.
This also made Yang Mo feel more humiliated, with nowhere to hide all the awkwardness at this moment.
Xia Xibei looked at her indifferently, "Miss Yang, you and I haven't met yet, right? There should be no grudge between us, so why should I drug you?"
She looked at Wang Qun again, the corner of her mouth curved, very sarcastic.
"Uncle Wang, I was invited to grandpa's birthday party this time. I'm not here to take the blame, right?"
