"Jiang Shuya, if you wish to accuse someone, you will easily find a reason!" Ye Mei didn't argue much but tugged at Jiang Zhihai, "Zhihai, do you believe me?"
Jiang Zhihai looked at Ye Mei, whose eyes were brimming with tears of grievance, her exquisite brows and eyes stained with sorrow.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhihai found it hard to be harsh. He thought about how Ye Mei had contributed to the Jiang Family over the years, her patience and seeking forbearance, her respect and kindness to his mother. Naturally, he didn't believe that Ye Mei would do such a thing.
