The Greater The Pressure, The Greater The Rebellion

"I hate him, but you've also heard of love born from hate. You've heard of Stockholm syndrome, right?" Cai Shengnan raised her chin proudly. "Why else would she have asked me to call you to talk about admitting to a misdemeanor? This is an exchange. Everyone wins. If she really hates your fiancé to death, she would already be spreading the word on Weibo."

Gu Nianzhi's face darkened.

She didn't believe a single word about the dress.

No matter who the dirty thing on the dress belonged to, it had nothing to do with Huo Shaoheng. That was how she believed in the man she loved unconditionally.

However, just as Cai Shengnan had said, if they really wanted to pour the dirty water on Weibo, it would not be "a basin"of dirty water, but a basin of dirty water from the Pacific Ocean.

Huo Shaoheng wouldn't be able to wash it off even if he wanted to.

It was undeniable that Luo Jialan's rumor had her own unique logic behind it.