She held her chin high, looking fearless and heart clear.
Lu Fei's father looked at her, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, less than a meter away from her, his hand holding the bottle, ready to throw at Yan Zao, paused mid-air.
Staring at Yan Zao with hateful eyes, he said, "Our Feifei just had an argument with you, and then this scandal breaks out. If it wasn't you, who else could it be?"
At that moment, Lu's mother stepped forward, following her husband's tone, accusing Yan Zao, "You look so pretty, young lady, but who would have thought you could be so malicious. Our Feifei is only twenty-one years old, how is she supposed to live, face life after what you've done?"
As she spoke, her eyes, already red and swollen, moistened again, tears spilling out.
In front of her, the couple, both in their forties, were on the verge of collapse, both struggling to hold back and restrain themselves.
Yan Zao looked at them, feeling conflicted.
