"Master Ji, I-I-I..." Peng Shasha glanced at him furtively, her heart in a panic. Seeing his gloomy face like the brewing storm, she was almost scared to tears.
During the break between classes, she was the one who handed out the test papers and answer sheets...
She had secretly pulled out Ning Xixi's test paper and answer sheet and passed them to Ma Yiqing and Ye Qianxing.
Thinking about this, she gathered a bit of courage. After all, there was no proof of her death, and since she had done it, she had to go through with it to the end!
She raised her head, "Master Ji, but Ning Xixi's usual grades aren't that good. You share a desk with her, aren't you the one who knows her best?"
Ji Yebai looked as if he had heard some funny joke, "Don't talk about these irrelevant things. I have only one question for you—where is the evidence?"
Peng Shasha was dumbfounded, "What evidence?"
