"Zhuqing, stop talking." Dai Mubai hurriedly pulled Zhu Zhuqing back.
He felt somewhat moved that Zhu Zhuqing would stand up for him, but even more than that, he was panicked, afraid that the matter would escalate.
"Don't pull me. I'm not leaving. I want to see their ugly faces for myself." Zhu Zhuqing forcefully resisted Dai Mubai's tugging.
When a woman became stubborn, she was absolutely terrifying.
"Heh, a man who spent years fooling around behind your back, who had been with dozens if not hundreds of women, and then ruthlessly abandoned all his former lovers the moment he saw you—he's worth defending like this?"
Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face changed slightly. Jiang Chen had struck a sore spot.
She hated Dai Mubai for what he had done in the past, but over the last two years, he had turned over a new leaf for her and cut off contact with those girls.
"Do you know who he harassed in that small town back then?" Jiang Chen asked again.
Zhu Zhuqing clenched her teeth tightly and said nothing.
Jiang Chen pointed at Ma Hongjun and said sternly, "He harassed Hu Liena, the current saintess of Spirit Hall, and even declared that he wanted Hu Liena to spend a night with him."
Then he pointed at Dai Mubai, his voice suddenly turning icy. "And he harassed the current pope. His filthy thoughts were directed at the pope herself."
"Didn't you want justice for him? How about I go report this to the pope and have her come reason with you?"
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned deathly pale, without a trace of blood. Her body swayed, and she nearly fell. The person Dai Mubai had harassed was actually the pope.
On that charge alone, even if Dai Mubai died a hundred times, it would