Qiao Mo instinctively took a step back, but Chen Shiqing lunged at her again, trying to rush at Qiao Mo.
"You ruined me! You framed me! You knew it all along, didn't you? Didn't you?" Chen Shiqing's eyes were about to burst, staring fiercely at Qiao Mo.
After climbing up from the ground, she tried to pounce on her.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, stood in front of Qiao Mo, and said coldly, "Don't touch her with your filthy hands."
Chen Shiqing was stunned, looking somewhat dazed at the man in front of her.
"Nancheng... Nancheng..."
She still muttered in bewilderment, but his eyes had always held only an icy coldness, devoid of the slightest warmth.
"Nancheng... you wouldn't do this to me? You are just momentarily bewitched by her! You are just momentarily bewitched by this woman, aren't you!" Chen Shiqing suddenly became agitated, clutching his pant leg tightly, her face streaked with tears.
