"You're lying," Song Qing shouted madly, her eyes filled with hatred.
She was held in Madam Huang's arms and tied up, so she could not break free.
The more Madam Huang looked at her daughter, the more her heart ached." Ye Zhao, why couldn't you have turned around and looked at my daughter? If you had been more careful, my daughter would have been fine."
Old Madam Ye did not want to speak at first, afraid that others would say that she was throwing a tantrum and ruined her son's innocence.
Who knew that the Song family would bully the Ye family as they pleased just because she did not speak up? Did they really think that she was easy to bully?
"I say, Madam Huang, your daughter and Luo Dalin were obviously willing to go under the big poplar tree to avoid you. Now, could it be that you regret not negotiating the betrothal money with the Luo family? Moreover, she was seen by others and lost her reputation, so you went around looking for people to cause trouble?"
