Lin Wanxing tilted his head slightly, watching him perform like a clown, with endless ridicule in his eyes.
"Framed?" Lin Wanxing chuckled, walked around the table, walked slowly to Gu Yanchen, and looked at him condescendingly, "Gu Yanchen, ask yourself in conscience, was what happened in the hospital today really framed by me?"
Her gaze suddenly became sharp, and those deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and look directly into the heart.
Lin Wanxing activated clairvoyance.
