The flimsy fabric of her clothing was torn, and several buttons clinked as they fell to the ground, revealing a fair and beautiful sight.
"Ah!!!!"
Huo Miao looked down, screaming as if she had lost her mind, her hands that were once covering her head now falling to her chest.
A police officer reacted swiftly, grabbing a tablecloth from nearby and draping it over Huo Miao.
But even so, it still allowed everyone to see the ambiguous marks on that smooth white skin.
Anyone with a bit of experience could tell that Huo Miao had recently been engaged in frequent acts of love.
The entertainment reporters looked on eagerly, their gazes falling on Huo Song: tsk tsk, who would have thought, the old man played quite the field in secret.
The patchy marks on Huo Miao's body pained Madam Huo's eyes, nearly driving her to lose her sanity once again.
The evidence was irrefutable, the evidence was irrefutable.
