"What can you say about this, Miss Xiong Wuyue, is it true that you are at odds with the heiress? Did you ask your father to hire men to carry it out for you?"
Xiong Wuyue was scared stiff as she clenched her trembling fists. She looked at her father across the crowd. She wanted to ask him if her involvement was exposed.
She saw her father struggle while being dragged slowly, shouting at the reporters to stop bothering her.
But all their attention was still on her.
Xiong De persistently shouted. "You despicable people! I already confessed everything! Leave my innocent daughter alone! Stop dragging an innocent in!"
However, it was as if there was a mysterious hand preventing the people from scattering away from Xiong Wuyue. They did not leave her and continued to bombard her with questions.
