What did he do wrong?
No.
It's not his fault!
He raised his hand, pointing at Jing Anrou's nose, and said, "It's your fault! It's you who wouldn't let Yaxin go. If you hadn't called the police, nothing would have happened to Yaxin. The police wouldn't have arrested her, and Yaxin wouldn't have gone to prison. It's all your fault!"
Jing Anrou sneered, "If Loo Yaxin doesn't go to jail, does that mean the suffering my daughter endured was for nothing? Are we supposed to just forget about her drugging my daughter?"
"Loo Zhongtang, don't you always claim to be fair and kind, always boasting about being upright and selfless? Why doesn't it apply when it comes to your daughter?"
"Your daughter committed a crime, and you're asking me not to call the police. What about your so-called 'equality before the law'?"
Loo Zhongtang was left speechless.
Moments later, his knees weakened, and he collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen, drenched in cold sweat.
