Xing Chen raised an eyebrow, glanced at everyone in front of him, and said blandly, "The crime of murder is no small matter, Ding Jia, you'd better think carefully. If you insist on slandering my wife, then the Emperor's top legal team will serve only you for the next month."
The extremely cold tone matched Xing Chen's character: aloof, merciless.
Even in such a cold tone, Lou Xinyu could hear the killing intent!
In an instant, her face paled even more, and her legs felt somewhat weak.
However, she was already in a position with no way out. With the wedding gone, if she didn't hold on, she might really spend the rest of her life in prison.
Lou Xinyu dug her long nails into her thigh, but she didn't feel any pain.
Ding Jia, who was called out, shivered and was almost scared to death by this noble man who seemed like an emperor!
