"Prove his innocence? Why would I? What good will it do for me?" Huo Mian asked, feeling confused.
"Huo Mian, aren't you proud to be loved by Huo Siqian?" Mo Xue'er glared at Huo Mian enviousness.
"On the contrary. I think it's terrifying… My life is a mess because he likes me, and my husband almost died because of it. On some level, I hate Huo Siqian as well, but I'd never do what you did… I will look for evidence and one day send Huo Siqian to prison. He will take responsibility for everything he's done."
"Huo Mian, how naïve are you? Do you really think you'd ever find any evidence?"
"I'm not in a hurry. Karma, though sometimes slow, will always come. No matter how powerful Huo Siqian is, I'll one day find a loophole. You, on the other hand, should take good care of yourself. He won't be affected by this, and rather, he'll be pissed. You just signed your death wish."
