"That's not true! Uncle Murong, this is slander!"
Xiao Jianzhong felt a shiver run up his back. His whole body was shivering from the sheer cold and frightening killing intent that was overflowing from Murong Tian. It felt as if he had fallen deep into an ice cave in Antarctica.
"Murong Xiaoyao! Stop throwing false accusations at me! I didn't even lay one finger on you, how the hell did I even molest you?" Xiao Jianzhong's face was already red from anxiety, and his father was not looking too good as well. Xiao Zhe had come here with his soon seeking revenge, but had the tables turned against them by Xiaoyao, instead. Although used to dealing with many different people in the business and underworld, this unexpected change of events caught them by surprise and threw them off guard. The accuser had become the accused.
