Hearing Zhuo Yao's denial, Jiang Kefei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, look, Yaoyao said it's not her."
Second Aunt Jiang glared at her son with frustration, wondering what kind of enchantment this cheap woman Zhuo Yao had cast on him.
"Zhuo Yao, just because you say it's not you doesn't make it so. You need to provide evidence. I remember you have a mole on your shoulder. Not to mention, the face of the woman in the photo looks exactly like yours, and the mole matches perfectly."
Mentioning the photo, Second Aunt Jiang felt a wave of bad luck. Usually pretending to be so innocent, who would know she was actually so wanton in private, even making her son dizzy with her charm? Who knows how much money Kefei spent on this cheap woman.
While cursing Zhuo Yao vehemently, Second Aunt Jiang completely forgot how satisfied she was with Zhuo Yao before.
Zhuo Yao was about to crumple the photo in her hands, her mind racing.
Who could it be?
Who did this?
