Zhu Xiangxiang shrieked, "You're talking nonsense, you're slandering me, I've never poisoned my mother."
Lin Qing turned her head towards Zhu Xiangxiang, deeply disappointed in her daughter after reflecting on everything in a short period of time.
"Still being stubborn when cornered." Ming Xin pulled out a recorder.
Zhu Xiangxiang, feeling that something was amiss, lunged towards Ming Xin in an attempt to snatch the recorder. Ming Xin sidestepped, and Zhu Xiangxiang missed, stumbling and almost falling to the ground.
Ming Xin turned on the recorder with a smirk.
Conversations flowed out from the recorder. Two women's voices could be heard; one filled with seduction and the other, filled with nervous caution, which was easily recognized as Zhu Xiangxiang's voice.
Zhu Xiangxiang shook her head fiercely as her last hope shattered upon hearing the recording.
Zhu Wentao's expression changed dramatically, his eyes fixated on Ming Xin.