Unlike the reproachful looks from everyone else, Zhuang Shuqing looked at Lu Jinyang with deep sympathy. Unfortunately, this wasn't the time when she could step forward and clarify things for him.
Lu Jinyang stood aside, watching the still frame on the screen, and slowly opened his mouth, "Is this your evidence?"
"Yes, under the circumstances, I have no choice but to use this method to clear my name~" she responded softly, with a sob in her voice.
The man beside her desperately wanted to walk up and embrace Tan Biyang to comfort her, yet none of them dared to.
Seeing the impassive face of the young master Lu, everyone was anxious at heart. With things going this way, how could young master Lu still remain indifferent? Indeed, it's like the emperor is not in a hurry while the eunuchs are.
Lu Jinyang casually picked up a glass of red wine from the table, took a sip, and coldness crept over his wheat-colored face layer by layer.