"What did I do? You should ask what this woman did!" Xu Zijin sneered, his gaze fixed directly on Xiaoling.
The smudge of fresh blood on the bedsheet lay there like a cruel joke.
Just thinking about it made Xu Zijin feel sick.
When did Ling Xiaoling get here? He had no idea.
"Zijin, how can you say that about me?" Xiaoling shot to her feet, flustered and furious as she retorted.
"Just calm down. Put on your clothes and don't stoop to his level." Mrs. Xu patted Xiaoling's shoulder in a soothing gesture, her face showing displeasure as she looked at her son.
This time, her son had gone too far. She had never seen someone sleep with another person and then turn around to accuse them.
"Auntie, I didn't... Zijin misunderstood me." Xiaoling sniffled softly, her large eyes brimming with grievance.
"I know, I understand. Don't cry. Auntie is on your side."
"Quickly get dressed, and everyone go downstairs to discuss this," Mrs. Xu shot a sharp look at her son, warning him.
