Zhou Mengqin continued to look at Rong Si, but asked Su Xiaomeng, who was standing behind her.
Su Xiaomeng's heart tightened, she nodded, "…I understand."
"Sister Zhou, seeing you like this, are you planning to protect them to the end?"
"I, Zhou Mengqin, never protect someone without reason, despite knowing Mr. Rong for so long."
"Then what are you…"
"Didn't Mr. Rong hear just now? My daughter-in-law said she did not seduce Ren Yixuan."
"I'm seventy today, and Mr. Rong is also over sixty, right? Young people in their early twenties say see to believe, hear as false, still able to hear because they haven't encountered or experienced much."
"If Mr. Rong also firmly believes in 'seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving', it wouldn't be..."
Today Zhou Mengqin wore a cheongsam, her fair face adorned with light makeup, short white hair pinned at the back, secured with a simple and elegant hairpin.
Elegant and dignified.
