"Mother! I didn't!"
Yu Zihan instantly retorted loudly, flustered and annoyed, but for a moment he didn't know how to begin his explanation.
Thinking that this whole mess was her fault, Sima Yu quickly trotted over to Shen Qing's side. She reached out, carefully hooked Shen Qing's finger, and stammered, "M-Madam, it's a misunderstanding. Just now, I was being pestered by that lecher and couldn't get away. I happened to see Young Master Yu, and because I was worried he wouldn't help me, I lied and told people he was my fiancé…"
She paused, her eyes slightly red. Looking like a wronged little rabbit, she whispered, "Madam, my father has passed away. There's no one left in this world who will protect and dote on me with all their heart… I want to live on and not disappoint my father's hopes, so I can only use any means necessary. Madam, please don't hate me…"
