Bei Jiafei's emotions were more agitated, she was eager to prove her innocence.
These days, she had suffered humiliation and slander, no matter how she explained, no one believed her, and all cast scornful glances at her. She had been pushed to the edge by an invisible giant hand in the dark, making it hard for her to breathe.
It was the first time she realized how luxurious the word trust was.
"I believe."
Gu Tong didn't know Bei Jiafei and had no reason to trust her, but she understood Qiu Xue better, knowing her treachery and deviousness. With Qiu Xue's character, she could definitely do such a thing.
She slowly put down the cup and said in a calm voice, "What happened to your voice?"
Bei Jiafei's voice was once so wonderful and melodious, but now it had become so dreadful. This obvious contrast made Gu Tong's heart sink. The only thing Bei Jiafei could be used for was her heavenly voice. If her voice became hoarse, she would lose all her value.
