"I've said it before, I didn't push her down the stairs," Rong Yan met his gaze with an icy demeanor, her eyes sharply piercing as she spoke.
Facing those dark, beautiful eyes, Rong Nanfeng didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a sense of guilt, "At that time, the servants could all see you, they testified that it was you who pushed your grandmother down the stairs. Your grandmother also said it was you who pushed her. Could she even lie?"
"So what? So you're convinced that I'm the one lying?" Rong Yan calmly looked at him and countered.
Rong Nanfeng, "..."
