Zhuang Shaoyang's face was ashen, his fists clenched, yet he couldn't refute a single word.
Those harsh words flashed through his mind, how she had looked at him at the time, with disappointment, unfamiliarity, and even disgust.
At this moment, endless remorse came overwhelming, twisting his heart like a knife.
Seeing Zhuang Shaoyang in pain, Liang Rong felt quite satisfied, but it wasn't enough.
She continued, "You say I framed her. If you truly believed her, how could you not see the flaws in those photos? Why didn't you listen to her explanation?"
Zhuang Shaoyang could no longer remember how ambiguous Ah Ning and that man were in those photos, only how furious he was at the time.
His dignity and love were trampled upon, and he used the most venomous words he could think of to scold her.
Mu Yan knew Liang Rong was deliberately provoking Zhuang Shaoyang, and she didn't join in. Liang Rong was despicable, but was Zhuang Shaoyang innocent?
