He pretended to stand up, and Qiao Rui'an's face suddenly changed, "Qiao Dongyang!"
Qiao Dongyang snorted with laughter, slowly settled back into his seat, "Go ahead, what do you want to say?"
Qiao Rui'an glanced at the prison guard beside him, swallowed his saliva, his gaze flickering, his voice much weaker, "If I were to say that it's all Uncle Three framing me... no, framing us, would you believe it?"
Qiao Dongyang's expression remained unchanged, gazing at him lightly, "Uncle just passed away, and you don't even ask, yet you're so intent on framing Uncle Three to exonerate yourself!?"
"I didn't!" After Qiao Rui'an yelled, he saw the prison guard's stern face, coughed lightly, and then put on a submissive look, his face creased with injustice, saying, "This time I'm definitely not framing Uncle Three, it's just that there's a really big problem with Uncle Three as a person."
These words were disjointed.
