Song Jin walked back to the door of the dressing room with the suitcase in her arms, turned slightly sideways, pushed the door open with her shoulder, and walked in.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Lin Qingqing cutting a skirt with scissors.
The skirt had been cut into pieces, and she could barely tell from the color that it was Song Yibai's skirt.
Secretly cut up your best friend's skirt?
Plastic friendship?
Song Jin, who was standing at the door holding a box, was a little hesitant. Should she turn around and go out as if she didn't see it, or ignore Lin Qingqing and go in directly?
When Song Jin saw that her skirt was cut into pieces, she had a hunch that Song Yibai would doubt her when he came back.
The door of the room was pushed open again. Lin Qingqing, who was so engrossed in cutting hair that she felt a twisted sense of pleasure in her heart, was suddenly startled and threw the scissors away in a panic.
He took a few steps forward and blocked the door, preventing her from leaving.
"Song Jin, you saw everything, right?"
She stared at Song Jin closely, various emotions flashing through her eyes, and finally turned calm.
"Don't you hate Song Yibai too? I cut her skirt, you should be very happy, right?"
"Why should I be happy? If Song Yibai's skirt is damaged, I will be the first person she suspects."
Song Jin put the cardboard box down and took out her cell phone. As soon as she took it out, a trace of panic flashed across Lin Qingqing's face and she reached out to snatch it.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to record it?"
Song Jin was seven or eight centimeters taller than Lin Qingqing, so with one move, Lin Qingqing couldn't grab the phone.
She glared at Song Jin, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.
I originally wanted to push the blame on the girl who just broke in. After all, that girl looked timid, and Song Jin was not easy to deal with.
But if Song Jin insisted on accusing her, then she could only put the blame on Song Jin!
"Lin Qingqing, why are you so excited? Do you want to destroy the evidence?"
Song Jin held the phone, her tone calm, her dark eyes looking at Lin Qingqing quietly.
Lin Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Does she have evidence?
No……
When Song Jin came in, she had no idea what was happening in the room. She was holding the cardboard box and had no hands free to hold her cell phone.
After taking the phone from Song Jin, she just asked Song Jin in a shrill voice whether she wanted to record the conversation.
Even if this sentence was recorded, it would not be considered as evidence.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingqing's panicked heart slowly calmed down, and she asked innocently:
"Song Jin, what are you talking about? You did something yourself, why are you saying I'm excited?"
Seeing Lin Qingqing's expression of denial, Song Jin raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to press three numbers on her phone.
Just as she was about to press the dial button, a soft voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Qingqing.
"Qingqing, why are you standing at the door?"
Lin Qingqing was stunned for a moment, turned around, and couldn't help but feel lucky that she ran to the door to stop Song Jin.
Now she was standing at the door, while Song Jin was standing on the sofa, closer to the dressing table.
After she turned around, she had a look of regret and guilt on her face, and she apologized hesitantly:
"Yibai, I'm sorry. I suddenly had to pee so I went to the bathroom. I didn't expect to see this when I came back..."
"I saw Song Jin holding a pair of scissors and cutting your skirt."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I should have held it in. I promised to help you take care of your skirt, but ended up running to the bathroom and ruined your skirt."
After Lin Qingqing finished speaking, the smile on Song Yibai's face disappeared immediately.
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