Lu Jiayue clenched her lips tightly, her gaze at Yao Meishu was difficult to articulate.
Yao Meishu was oblivious to the fact that she had just let all the secrets slip out, still believing that no one had caught her off guard.
Lu Jiayue was quite anxious inside.
Her mother couldn't go to jail, which would tarnish her reputation.
She wanted to warn Yao Meishu, but seeing the sternness in the prison guard's eyes, she swallowed back all her words.
Lu Qingyi moved her neck subtly, glanced at Yao Meishu with a nonchalant smirk, and pulled out a voice recorder from her pocket, waving it around, "That's correct. Would you like to listen to it?"
Lu Qingyi swaggered her voice recorder, the smile on her lips full of sarcasm.
Lu Jiayue's heart raced in anticipation, meanwhile, Lu Jiahao maintained his composure.
Yao Meishu was confused but felt extremely uneasy.
Perhaps something unforeseeable was about to happen.
"Jiahao."
