As Auntie Zhang left the room, her voice trembling with fear, she grabbed Wen Mian's wrist.
Wen Mian too shook off the touch reflexively, keeping her distance from Auntie Zhang.
"Let's talk this through properly."
She was too nervous to consider a proper conversation—should Ma Lingling's guilt be confirmed, she would be an accomplice, even the instigator.
Having served as a housemaid in the Pei Family for so long, Auntie Zhang couldn't just let an incident involving Ma Lingling ruin her future, could she?
With this thought, Auntie Zhang pleaded with Wen Mian for a long time, her voice filled with sobs.
"Please, give me a chance, Miss Wen, Mr. Pei, I was wrong in what I did, but I never anticipated things would go this far. I never meant to frame you!"
Auntie Zhang was almost kneeling before Wen Mian, but Wen Mian's stance remained resolute.
Her scornful gaze swept over Auntie Zhang from dark pupils.
