Murong cuiting's voice was loud and clear. There was no fear in her eyes as she looked at the crowd, as if what she said was the truth.
For a moment, everyone was stunned. Even Murong Mian, who had prepared herself for this, was slightly taken aback.
He didn't expect that Murong cuiting and Ms. Jones would work together to set him up.
He looked at the boy. He had a delicate appearance and was of mixed blood. His hair was black, and one could tell that he was a mixed-blood of Asian and white.
The boy's head was lowered, and he seemed very nervous. He did not look at anyone, and his body was trembling slightly.
Murong Mian glanced at Mrs. Jones, who was standing behind the boy. She had a calm expression on her face and was standing there quietly without saying a word. She seemed to have noticed Murong Mian's gaze and looked over at him, even nodding and smiling at him.
That smile seemed very kind, but it was full of provocation.
