Anning suddenly turned and walked towards Wang Baozhu.
She took each step in sync with Wang Baozhu's heartbeat.
"I can let go of others, but I have to settle the score with Wang Baozhu."
Wang Baozhu was already scared and couldn't help but step back, with a fearful voice, she said, "What, what are you doing? Those photos, it's not necessarily me who did it."
Anning walked up to Wang Baozhu and looked straight into her evasive eyes: "Not you? Then who could it be? Surely it wasn't someone else who faked the photos just to give them to you so you could slander me?"
Wang Baozhu didn't speak.
Anning let out a laugh: "Then you're truly disgusting. There's nothing you wouldn't do. Tell me, who made you frame me? What did they offer you? If you can't say, then it must have been you."
Wang Baozhu couldn't just conjure up someone out of thin air.
She took another step back, then looked towards Li Zhifang: "Zhifang, I..."
