Li Qiyu indifferently withdrew her hand and said coldly, "Your son doesn't like me."
Mr. Sheng frowned slightly, and with a backhanded throw, a stack of photos flew and hit Sheng Shinian's face, scattering like snowflakes, drawing the attention of the people in the restaurant.
"You imbecile, you've lost all face for us."
Li Baiyi stood by, photos also hitting her face, as she opened her mouth to explain, "Dad, those photos actually..."
"Is it your turn to speak, an outsider?" Mr. Sheng's face was filled with anger, "Dad? Do you think you have the right to call me that?"
Li Baiyi felt as if she had been physically slapped, her voice soft and teary, "Uncle, the photos are someone framing me."
"Mr. Sheng," Li Qiyu grabbed his tie, twirling it around her finger, "They say it was me who set up those fake photos, right?"
Mr. Sheng looked at her with indulgence, "Nonsense."
