Everyone watched as Luoxia cried and confessed, their expressions somewhat odd.
Especially Bu Yan, who even questioned Jiang Moxi directly, "What does this forced confession count for? It still can't cover up the fact that you were the other woman."
Indeed, not just Bu Yan, everyone else also felt that Luoxia's confession was coerced by Jiang Moxi.
And when Luoxia heard Bu Yan's questioning, her tears fell even more, as if truly coerced by Jiang Moxi, forced to admit her lies.
Yet Jiang Moxi suddenly glanced at her, her seemingly light gaze inexplicably filled the entire space with a suffocating pressure.
Luoxia had accompanied her father in meetings with countless high-rankers before, but none were like Jiang Moxi, whose mere look could overwhelm with such daunting force, almost too much for her to handle.
Thinking about it, Jiang Moxi, a young girl, had such an overpowering presence, and just then, Jiang Moxi suddenly smiled at her.
