Ding Weimin stood as still as a rod with his hands clasped behind his back and his head slightly lowered. He honestly had no idea how to answer his grandfather. He'd been absolutely horrified, and a little scared, when he had first found the news on the Federation Network.
To him, nothing mattered more than his reputation and the damage this was causing was killing him inside. It would have been easier to deny everything but then he didn't know where the operator had found that picture of him and Yang Xue being engrossed in each other.
Ding Weimin's silence caused a vein to pop on the Third marshal's forehead.
SMACK!
He hit the table violently. "Still not talking?!" He was someone who prided himself in his ability to control his emotions but this was just too much! He had only one grandson. There was no way he could comfortably sit back and watch as the young man walked on a stray path.
