"No! Xiaoyi, I am truly devoted to your mother, I can't lose her!"
Wen Xingye's eyes turned bloodshot, as if overwhelmed by sorrow, "This time it's really not my fault, don't tell her! I was coerced by them, it was this Mr. Wan who took an interest in you, what I said was just to appease him, I only meant to humor him!"
"Xiaoyi, didn't I come with you? I came because I was afraid something might happen to you!"
Suddenly, Tattooed Arm Man bellowed, "Wen Xingye, you're lying!"
As he spoke, he knelt before Sheng Tingyuan, enduring severe pain, and fiercely slapped his own face, "Young Master Ting, I deserve to die. I fell into their trap and harbored inappropriate thoughts, but rest assured, I haven't touched a single hair on your wife. She even slashed my palm with her bag, of course, I had it coming. I will never dare again, please Young Master Ting spare my life."