With the name of Old Nine, Mr. Zhuang naturally believed his words.
To make a name in the streets and last long, the most important thing is trust.
Seeing his father's attitude, Zhuang Shaoyang understood. He turned his head to look at Liang Rong, full of disgust, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"I don't." Liang Rong gritted her teeth and said, "Shaoyang, we've lived together for so many years, do you have no trust in me at all? Even if Ah Ning is innocent, it doesn't mean I have anything to do with this? I've never been to San Yang Alley, nor have I signed a so-called ten million contract."
Zhuang Chujiao held her mother's hand, looking pitifully at Zhuang Shaoyang, trying to evoke his fatherly love.
Long Xiao watched coldly as Liang Rong remained unrepentant, her shamelessness was indeed impressive.
No wonder Zhuang Ning was no match for her.
