Li Qiao Hong seemed to have thought of something; her terrified eyes lit up as she stared at Zhao Da Yong. "Zhao Da Yong! Did you really do that to our daughter?"
Zhao Da Yong nearly fainted in anger when he heard her. "Have you lost your mind?! How could you believe what those people said?! Linlin's my daughter! Even if I scolded and beaten her when I was in a bad mood, I would never do something so despicable!"
"How would I know whether you did it or not? If you could even come up with that wicked idea of framing Han Xianyu for sexually abusing our daughter, how can I be sure you're not lying to me now?! You're capable of anything!"
"You, crazy woman! You agreed with this idea too! Now you're putting all the blame on me!"
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Zhao Da Yong's head was buzzing from this big fight with his wife. Just at that moment, his phone started ringing again.