Seeing that he was in a bad mood, she quickly controlled her temper and said with a smile, "Rong Shaoze, please let Mr. Qiao go. He hasn't offended you, nor has he done anything to wrong you. It's unfair for you to treat him this way."
"Hasn't done anything to wrong me?!" The man suddenly stood up, pulled out a photograph from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and flung it in front of her with such force that it nearly hit her face.
"Isn't this proof enough? Do you still dare to say he hasn't wronged me?! Lin Xinlan, do you know, just because of this photograph, he could die a hundred times!"
That photograph again...
Lin Xinlan shook her head with a pained expression, saying helplessly, "It's because of this photograph that you killed my child.
Now you are going to use this photograph to kill Mr. Qiao too? Rong Shaoze, I've told you before, we were framed.
Nothing happened between Mr. Qiao and me. Someone drugged us on purpose, just to take this photograph.
