Tang Hao felt depressed—he had been badly misunderstood. It was clear that he did not do anything to her.
"Hey! Listen to my explanation. I didn't do anything!"
"Who'd believe you?! Who else would do this if not you? Me?" Zhao Qingxue bit her bright red lips in a surge of furious embarrassment.
"Ironically, it was you who did it to yourself…" Muttered Tang Hao.
"What did you say?" Zhao Qingxue's eyes widened into an angry glare as her voice shot up a few pitches.
"If you don't believe me, ask them!" As he said that, Tang Hao gestured at the criminal police next to him. "You were possessed by a ghost just now. That's how things ended up like this."
Zhao Qingxue frowned as though she recollected bits of what had transpired. Her face blushed a tomato red.
"Then… Then, let me go! How long do you intend to hold me like this?" She was both embarrassed and anxious. Her soft body struggled slightly in Tang Hao's embrace.
