At that moment, Tan Zhenghong was wearing an expression of deep worry, wishing he could just slaughter himself then and there.
He had spent half a day explaining to others that he had nothing to do with Ruo Lan, but they accused him of being heartless and unrecognizable after pulling up his pants, even though he truly hadn't done anything.
Admittedly, he had too much to drink that day, yet his mind was clear.
When he got home, he was indeed feeling frisky, but Duo'er disliked the smell of alcohol on him and even shooed him off to sleep at the other end of the bed.
He didn't even have any chance to do anything to Ruo Lan, right?
No, he never even considered it!
Hearing the door being pushed open, Tan Zhenghong hurriedly approached.
The village was abuzz with rumors, and his wife must have heard about it by now; if he confessed early, maybe he could still avoid the worst of it.