Under Ling Anxun's cold gaze, he finally forced himself to speak.
"Her? She's just the child of a distant relative! She was fostered in the countryside since she was little and was only recently sent to the city. It's not strange for relatives to look alike, is it? Besides, can you really believe the words of a child? She's so young, she could have easily been coached by someone!"
It was the same tired old story. Even his excuse was identical to the last one.
The onlookers had long since grown tired of hearing it and began to curl their lips in sneers.
"He's said that a thousand times. I'm sick of hearing it."
"Who would believe that? Giving away his own daughter and then claiming she's just a relative? If he has a clear conscience, why is he hiding and refusing to face anyone?"
Liu Yingzi came over, intending to mediate and ease the tension.
She knew everything and was disgusted by it herself.
