Tian Li suddenly fell silent, discreetly glancing at the person behind her, then inadvertently met the gaze of the boy from before, cold and icy as if immersed in the frigid depths of winter.
Her face instantly paled, but the situation didn't allow for her to back down, so she said resolutely.
"It was him, he has a good relationship with this girl, it was he who wrote it and threw it over."
Ruanruan looked at her with a sarcastic eye, "If my brother wrote such ugly handwriting, he'd be too ashamed to show his face, and are you dumb? The way you got these multiple-choice questions so outrageously wrong, maybe one or two are correct possibly by guessing, don't you have a brain to choose such a clumsy method to frame me and my brother."
Tian Li's complexion suddenly turned pale, "You are talking nonsense, that's not mine."
"Whether you saw him throw it I don't know, but I saw it."
