1165: Chapter 1188: Don’t Forget Your Own Identity 1165: Chapter 1188: Don’t Forget Your Own Identity Won should get a health checkup once a year; she had been putting it off for quite a while, but finally found ti to go yesterday, and unexpectedly ran into her.
“Oh, why didn’t you co and say hello to ?”
Fan Rou couldn’t figure out what Ye Ranran ant, simply lowering her head, she weakly said, “Soone was with at the ti, and you were with soone else, so I didn’t feel it was appropriate to co over.”
That’s true, if she had eagerly approached to greet her, she actually wouldn’t have known what to do.
While the two were chatting pleasantly, Zhao Xiao made a phone call, “Sister Ranran, I’ve sent you a live stream link, hurry up and join.”
“You’re live streaming during work hours?” Ye Ranran said.
“Oh, you can scold after you watch it; there’s no rush,” Zhao Xiao said.
With that said, there must be sothing important.
Ye Ranran didn’t delay and took out her computer, “Give the room number, I’ll join right away.”
Upon entering the room, what Ye Ranran saw was Xia Shi’s annoying face.
She was playing the footage from when Xia Qing died, which was as horrifying as a horror movie, then the cara switched to her being questioned.
Her attitude was fairly good, but Jun Mochan’s later on was a bit hard for people to accept.
Below, many people were comnting.
Netizen 1: “Does having money make you great?”
Netizen 2: “Do princes not have to abide by the law?”
Netizen 3: “Scumbag and bitch, a perfect match.”
At the sa ti, Xia Shi also revealed the incident about Ye Ranran locking Ye Tianjiao in a ntal health institution.
This incident instantly sparked an uproar, fernting on Weibo like wildfire, spreading rapidly.
In just half a day, already a million people had participated in the discussion, and because of this, Weibo even experienced so problems, montarily crashing.
“Isn’t she injured?” Fan Rou looked at the gauze on Xia Shi’s forehead.
“This bitch, she still can’t keep quiet even like this,” Fan Rou pursed her lips.
Ye Ranran, however, appeared very calm.
She scrolled through the comnts below cursing her, without lifting her head, and asked, “Do you have a grudge against her?”
“No real grudge, we just had a small conflict at a banquet once.” She was a love child, whereas Xia Shi was a genuine heiress.
Of course she looked down on her, so in secret, she had set quite a few traps for her.
“You didn’t bother her, so why would she do this?”
“She wants to see embarrassed, find so amusent for herself, and also remind to be mindful of my status, not forgetting who I am,” Fan Rou responded.
“…” Purely making trouble out of boredom.
“Let’s not talk about , you should think about what to do,” Fan Rou pointed to Xia Shi on the screen, “aren’t you going to refute her claims?”
“Would refuting make any difference?” Right now the public is on the verge of rage, the more she says, the more mistakes she makes.
“You probably know so of the situation already.
Assuming you don’t cooperate with and you have no grievances with Xia Shi, whose side would you be on?” Ye Ranran asked in an even tone.
“Objectively speaking, you’re not in the wrong.” If mistresses deserve praise, then society really can’t function.
“Moreover, Xia Qing’s incident has nothing to do with you.” It was completely Xia Shi making trouble without reason.
Not going after the real murderer but instead relentlessly pursuing Ye Ranran—what was the point in that?
Ye Ranran spread her arms and stretched, “That’s exactly it, the truth is the truth.
Even if she distorts it, it won’t change the facts, so just let her jump around for a bit.”
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