At this moment, Rong Qingze felt a sense of injustice for Wenming.
Huo Yanshu could stand up for Rong Yanqiao, but he left Wenming alone in the sanatorium. For his lifesaver, he had never stood up and spoken for Wenming like this.
This really validated that saying: Newcomers always make people laugh, while the old ones are left to cry.
"Wenming is my lifesaver, you know this well, Rong Qingze. Did Rong Yanqiao imitate Wenming? Was this all your deliberate design? Now that you see I've fallen for Rong Yanqiao, you're here blaming me. How dare you?" Huo Yanshu gritted his teeth. If not for the bodyguards stopping him, he would have rushed to Rong Qingze by now.
Rong Qingze's sarcastic smile was particularly obvious.
At this moment, questioning had no meaning whatsoever.
Huo Yanshu wasn't stupid; by this point, he was already clear and understood everything.
"Rong Yanqiao isn't yours, and neither is Wenming."
