"Everyone, calm down first. This really isn't what you think it is. Please be patient and hear me explain the whole story, all right?"
Anxiety covered Ying Ming Hao's face as he shouted at the top of his lungs, wanting nothing more than for everyone present to sit down calmly.
He wanted them not to let anger cloud their judgment, but things went against his wishes. Not only did his words fail to quell their fury, they made it spiral further out of control.
For a moment, outrage swept through the crowd. Everyone accused Ying Ming Hao at once, their sharp, vicious words stabbing into his heart like razor-edged knives.
Facing that overwhelming tide of condemnation, Ying Ming Hao felt his head buzzing, as though it might explode at any moment.
"How do you still have the gall to stand here and argue?
Do you think that silver tongue of yours can turn black into white and twist right into wrong?
What we saw is proof piled high as a mountain. There's no room for falsehood!
Ying Ming Hao, oh, Ying Ming Hao! Little Sister Furong always treated you with such devotion, only to suffer this terrible humiliation today!
She must have been blind to fall for a despicable, shameless man like you!"
Shui Huo'er roared at the top of her lungs, her fury enough to make her hair stand on end.
At that moment, her resentment had reached its peak. She wished she could rush forward immediately and give Ying Ming Hao several hard slaps.
Looking at Miss Shui beside her, sobbing pitifully, Shui Huo'er trembled even harder with anger, gritting her teeth in hatred of Ying Ming Hao.
"Junior Brother Ying, just admit your mistake. When you're wrong, own up to it; when you're beaten, stand straight