Watching Yun Ran about to reveal the results, Qu Ying's voice became sharp and somewhat cracked: "Don't look!"
Even the slowest person could sense something was off by her demeanor.
The servants nearby even had a look that said 'the noble lady isn't much different from a shrew'.
Qu Ying rushed over, her well-manicured nails targeting Yun Ran's delicate hands.
Yun Ran merely waved her hand lightly, and Qu Ying was forced to repeatedly step back, yet she managed to stabilize herself.
Everyone, including the surveillance, could see that Qu Ying and Yun Ran had no physical contact.
Qu Ying's retreat stirred even more doubts among the servants.
The lady wants to frame the third young miss; such a charade cannot withstand scrutiny, and it's too exaggerated. Shouldn't she have at least waited until physical contact occurred?
For the first time, Qu Ying felt as if her whole body was a mouth; unable to clear her own name. Is this what being wronged feels like?
