"Pengpeng, regardless of whether you hold any resentment or it's because of Shaoyang's reason, the fact that you've done these things means that even your second uncle and aunt can't shield you! It's as if I raised you myself, and seeing you act like this, how heartbroken I am!" Song Xuetong's words were laden with hidden meanings, leading people to think deeper.
In this way, Xia Pengpeng had even more motive and could also implicate the incident with the big screen during the wedding to herself.
Xia Pengpeng did not retort, a cold smile curling up the corners of her lips.
People nearby began to whisper quietly.
Worry was written all over Han Jisen's face.
"Miss Xia, are you certain who it was?" the police asked again.
"I need to look again," Xia Pengpeng tried to stall for time.
She dared not make a rash accusation. Could it be that she really had to ask Mu Xingye to step down from the stage?
"Girl, are you looking for me?" A voice rang out from the second floor.
