As the words fell, all eyes turned to the other party involved, who had remained silent until now.
Mo Tingzhu had always maintained the image of a polished, graceful young nobleman. Seeing him now—complexion ashen, hair disheveled, and his suit covered in wrinkles—was a rare and pathetic sight.
"If you're a man, tell the truth!" Ling Jinmo said coldly.
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