Even using his deceased daughter, such a person, Mr. Davis really feels that even if his son doesn't deal with her, he will have someone give her a good lesson.
Fristy shook her head, "Uncle, I am not lying to you, how could I dare lie to you, what I'm saying is really about Aya... Ah-choo... Uncle, I swear."
"What exactly is it?"
"Uncle, I... can I come inside to talk? It's so cold outside..." Fristy was almost frozen stiff, she wanted to quickly enter the Davis Family, her brain was already very clear, she needed to rely on this chance to turn the tables.
Mr. Davis's face was sullen, he turned around and ignored Fristy, instructing the maid, "Close the door."
The maid didn't say a word, extended her hand, and was about to shut the door.
Fristy didn't expect that the old man wouldn't believe her at all, she hastily shouted, "Uncle, Aya is not dead..."
