Qiao Xi raised her eyes and looked at Tang Ruge provocatively. She saw that Tang Ruge's face was filled with horror as she shouted in exasperation, "What nonsense are you talking about?! This song was composed four years ago. Moreover, I was sick at that time. What's so strange about me not remembering how many notes it has? You…"
Qiao Xi held her chin and said with an innocent expression, "Miss Tang, don't be nervous. If you have a clear conscience, you don't have to be afraid of anything. If you're really Fu Sheng, you don't have to be nervous."
These words were like heavy rocks that smashed into Tang Ruge's heart. She was so scared that her face turned pale. Everyone also sensed that something was wrong.
"I… I'm not nervous."
Why was this b*tch still alive? Shouldn't she have been sold to a remote mountain? Why did she escape? Those pieces of trash couldn't even keep an eye on a woman. They were really useless.
