Zhong Mengfan stood in the center of the living room, much like a criminal awaiting trial, awkwardly stationary. She felt her entire being haze over, her back completely drenched in cold sweat. Even her forehead began to bead with perspiration.
Zhong Minghao watched coldly, devoid of any sympathy or pity even for his own daughter.
On the other hand, Zheng Silin looked at Zhong Mengfan worriedly, fearing she might not endure. But in a situation like today, it was inappropriate for her to speak up. Because it wasn't just her daughter, she was clearly aware, she and her husband were also on trial today.
"Speak up!" Old Sir Zhong raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked at Zhong Mengfan, "What exactly have you done? Why would you harm your Second Aunt?"
"I didn't mean to,"
