"Ah, it must be a misunderstanding whether you have been fooled by others."

"If you insist on dealing with color, you give evidence."

Song Weiqing knew that Huo Miao could not have evidence.

Men's thin lips are drawn deeper, their bodies lean forward slightly, with invisible pressure.

"Evidence? My words are evidence."

Men are as arrogant as emperors.

Bang, the bodyguard punched Song Caicai in the face.

Song Weiqing was also anxious. "Ah, you can't do that."

"For my sake, I beg you to let go of the colours, at least with proof."

"Ah, are you going to do this to me now?"

Song Wei-qing pleaded bitterly, his bright eyes...