Feng Lin stormed into the bathroom and frantically washed her skirt with water.
The sticky sensation on her fingertips made her frown, and her face was filled with disgust.
She vented all her resentment on her skirt, rubbing it vigorously.
The skirt was soaked and had many more wrinkles, but the cola stains were still not completely removed.
Feng Lin angrily threw her skirt down, "That little brat! He's infuriating! If it weren't for Zhao Bo's wealth, I wouldn't be putting up with this!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her chest felt tight, and she wanted to yell to vent her anger, but she was worried about Zhao Bo chasing after her from outside.
Feng Lin's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and she ignored Zhao Bo's worried shouts.
Her phone suddenly rang in her bag.
She took it out and saw the three words "Sheng Feichen" flashing on the screen, and her expression immediately brightened.
She answered the phone with such care, not to mention how sweet her voice was.
"Brother Chen, you finally answered my call. I've been thinking about you so much these past two days that I haven't been able to eat, and I've even lost weight."
Feng Lin pouted and acted coquettishly, but fearing that Zhao Bozhen might rush in, she turned her head and glanced at him warily.
Who knew that in that one glance, she would meet a pair of big, dark eyes.
Feng Lin was so frightened that she froze on the spot, forgetting even to breathe.
When did you come in?
She hung up the phone casually, staring intently at Su Xiaoyu in front of her, and asked nervously.
Su Xiaoyu looked at her with cold eyes, saying nothing, just staring at her.
Feng Lin felt a chill run down her spine and a sense of unease when she was looked at like that.
"You didn't hear everything, did you?"
Her only response was deathly silence.
Feng Lin hesitated to ask any more questions. She glanced worriedly at the door and, seeing that Zhao Bo was not there, breathed a sigh of relief.
She relaxed completely, curled the corners of her lips, and looked at Su Xiaoyu provocatively.
"You little brat, even if you heard that, what can you do to me? Huh? Do you think he'll believe what you say?"
Seeing Su Xiaoyu's increasingly gloomy expression, Feng Lin felt extremely smug and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I'm scared? You little brat, let me tell you, don't ruin my plans, or you'll be sorry!"
As she spoke, she poked Su Xiaoyu's head with her finger.
Su Xiaoyu plopped down on the ground.
Feng Lin was clearly taken aback by her action and was completely stunned.
"I didn't even use any force, and you're trying to scam me!"
Su Xiaoyu's gaze towards her suddenly changed.
Right under Feng Lin's nose, Su Xiaoyu's face changed dramatically, like a Peking Opera mask-changing act, instantly becoming pitiful.
"Uncle, help me!"
Su Xiaoyu turned her head and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the door.
Zhao Bo, who had been pacing outside the door for a long time, was getting anxious as he saw no movement inside and neither Su Xiaoyu nor Feng Lin came out. He decided to bite the bullet and go in.
Just then, Su Xiaoyu's cries suddenly rang in their ears: "Uncle, help!"
Zhao Bo was stunned for a moment, then rushed into the toilet like lightning.
As soon as he entered the restroom, he saw Su Xiaoyu sitting on the ground, howling at the top of her lungs. Moving his gaze upwards, he saw Feng Lin looking panicked.
"What's going on?"
Feng Lin was also confused about what was going on, and she hurriedly explained to Zhao Bo.
"Brother Bo, listen to me, it's not what you think. I didn't push her, she..."
Before she could finish speaking, Su Xiaoyu pouted and pounced on Zhao Bo.
"Uncle, she hit me!"
She pointed to her slightly reddened head with a wronged expression.
Zhao Bo noticed the red mark on her forehead and quickly looked up at Feng Lin.
When Feng Lin met his suspicious gaze, she panicked even more.
How could she have imagined that the child's skin was so delicate? A gentle poke and it turned red all over.
"Brother Bo, believe me, I really didn't!"
Feng Lin was at a loss for words. Amidst Su Xiaoyu's thunderous and rainy sobs, she didn't know how to explain herself.
Zhao Bo stared intently at Feng Lin, his face serious as he asked, "Feng Lin, tell me, you really didn't touch her at all?"
Feng Lin noticed that his expression had changed, an expression she had never seen before, let alone the fact that he was calling her by her full name.
Feng Lin, a woman who used to play the field among beautiful women, was always the one playing others; she had never experienced such a humiliating situation.
Panicked, she turned and grabbed Su Xiaoyu's arm, urgently questioning, "Su Xiaoyu! Tell the truth, did I hit you? How could you lie! You little liar!"
Su Xiaoyu didn't resist when she was pulled like that. Instead, she shrank into Zhao Bo's arms even more timidly, looking frightened.
Feng Lin was driven almost crazy by her superb acting skills.
"Su Xiaoyu!!!"
Feng Lin called out Su Xiaoyu's name sharply, her originally beautiful face contorted with anger.
Zhao Bo ignored the two men's actions, his eyes fixed blankly, seemingly lost in thought, muttering to himself, "Little liar?"
Upon hearing his words, Feng Lin realized that she had misspoke due to her panic, and immediately put on a pitiful look, tightly holding Zhao Bo's hand.
"Brother Bo, you have to believe me, I really didn't hit her, I really didn't!"
Zhao Bo slowly raised his head, his brow furrowing as he saw the grievance and panic on her face.
He patted Feng Lin's hand, seemingly unsure of what to do, and then stared intently at the trembling little girl in his arms.
"Su Xiaoyu".
He called out.
Su Xiaoyu did not respond; she kept her head down and sobbed softly.
Looking at her, Zhao Bo no longer felt any pity; instead, his eyes were filled with helplessness.
"Su Xiaoyu, stop pretending. Do you think I'd fall for your tricks again? You little liar!"
He said bluntly that everyone had been fooled by Feng Lin.
Feng Lin looked at him blankly, "Brother Bo, what do you mean by that?"
Zhao Bo gave her a reassuring look. "Linlin, don't worry, I don't doubt you. I know Su Xiaoyu's tricks all too well. And I promised you I would always believe you."
Hearing his words, Feng Lin felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes reddened, and she looked aggrieved.
"I thought you wouldn't believe me anymore."
Zhao Bo hugged her tightly, feeling sorry for her. "Linlin, don't cry. It was Xiaoyu's fault. I'll help you get revenge."
When he turned to look at Su Xiaoyu, his expression immediately changed.
"Su Xiaoyu, you've been exposed, are you going to keep pretending?"
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