"Xiao Li, why did you frame Lu Manman?" Mo Kun's voice sounded in the living room.
Lu Manman stopped in her tracks and turned around.
At this point, Mo Li did not seem to believe what her father had just said. Her eyes were red, and she looked so fragile. "Dad."
"Xiao Li, why are you doing this?" Mo Kun repeated with a stern expression.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Mo Li suddenly apologized, and tears started to fall from her eyes. They fell quickly like pearls, and she looked so pitiful that nobody could speak loudly to her. She said, "I know I shouldn't have said that about Sister-in-law. I was too agitated when I saw Daisy's corpse this morning and spoke without thinking. Without evidence, I shouldn't have accused Sister-in-law."
She sounded so pitiful.
Mo Kun's expression was tense as he looked at her, wondering if she was still his obedient and kind daughter.
