Fan Jian roared, "You are talking nonsense, I didn't do it!"
Ouyang Chengze sighed, "Everyone saw that, didn't they? He's all flustered and exasperated!"
"I'm not speaking without evidence. This Fan Jian indeed has a prior record. Lord Yang, may I present the evidence?"
Yang Qingfeng nodded.
Ouyang Chengze clapped his hands, and then three boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, and handsome in appearance, walked in. Their attire and demeanor made it clear what they were.
The three of them blushed and swiftly recounted some past escapades with Fan Jian.
Fan Jian's face turned beet red.
He was so angry his fingers were trembling, "You, you slander me!"
"Fan Jian, didn't you call upon them at some point?"
Fan Jian gritted his teeth, "Out of curiosity, I did sample such pleasures before, but I'm actually fond of women. There were only three times, and you found them all."
Despicable!
How did this pretty boy manage to do it?
