If they dare harm her in the slightest, he would return it twofold.
If this were truly Ye Ranran's doing, he would naturally take all the blame for her, but if not, they would not even dream of slandering her.
"Evidence? My daughter is still lying in bed, isn't that live evidence? Isn't that enough?" Xia Shi's mother's voice was full of sorrow and anger as she mentioned her daughter in bed. "Do you know, she's been ruined, ruined by you all."
"Nonsense, always saying that I've ruined her. May I ask if you saw it with your own eyes that I ruined her? Or did she tell you herself?" Ye Ranran's eyebrow was sharp as a knife, her eyes flashing with cold light.
The dim light was like the flicker of a venomous snake's tongue, entwining around one's neck, or like the poison fangs of a ferocious beast—touch it ever so slightly, and you would be reduced to bones and dust.
