บท 161: 161, trapped in a deadlock

Su Wanwan's temples throbbing violently.

Were these reporters out of their mind?

They made a spectacle out of a few random photos.

Just as she was about to look over the content, Su Yuntang's voice once again reverberated through the room, "Just yesterday you dared to claim Su Yanyan was accusing you wrongly, but now, your misdeeds are plastered all over the newspapers, what do you have to say now?"

Su Wanwan snapped her head up, "What do you mean by that, Dad?"

Su Yuntang sneered, "Disturbingly obscene photos of you have surfaced. Yesterday, in an attempt to destroy the evidence, you pushed Yanyan down the stairs. Are you still planning to shirk responsibility?"

Su Wanwan nearly laughed, "Did Su Yanyan tell you all this?"

She looked at Su Yanyan.

Weary and weak, she sat about the bed, clothed in hospital gowns, her porcelain face, bereft of makeup, was a fragile, pitiful sight in her long black hair's contrast.