Qin Yun stepped forward, her voice clear and resonant, her gaze deeply intense and pressing.
The photographer who was slapped had a dark blue-purple face, full of excitement.
He covered his face, as if he'd heard the most ridiculous joke, "Apologize? Impossible!"
The photographer pointed at Yuanyuan, "If anyone needs to apologize, it's her to me. What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize?"
Qin Yun let out a cold laugh, "Why? Just because you raised your hand against someone. You said Yuanyuan was arrogant and looked down on you. Yuanyuan, what kind of person she is, I know better than you. She would never do such a thing. If you want to stir up trouble, at least use your brain and don't leave it at home, alright?"
The photographer paused and looked at Qingqing.
Qingqing subtly nodded, her eyes filled with grievance and pity.
