Zheng Zeyi was silent. He looked at Zheng lihan, who was glaring at him angrily, but he did not feel any disappointment.
However, his eyes were full of sadness, and he still looked at her pitifully.
Zheng Zeyi naturally knew that it would be difficult to defend himself in this situation. If he did not produce any evidence, he would not be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Moreover, it was useless for him to say anything about Zheng lihan's favoritism. Even if his grandfather believed him, he could not convince the public.
"Dad, do you really think that Ma Shan loves you?"
Even though he knew that Zheng lihan would not believe him, he could not change the fact that the man in front of him was his Zheng lihan.
"Nonsense! Are you blind? Are you black-hearted?"
Zheng lihan, who was already in a rage, slammed the table and suddenly stood up. He glared at his son, who he had been worried about for many years.
