A single questioning sentence, "Who helped you plot and plan?", made Mo Xin lower her head.
Qin Qingqing felt a moment of astonishment in her heart and raised her eyes to glance at Mo Ziye, then at Mo Xin, who was bowing her head.
She only heard her say, "No one helped me plot and plan, it was just a mistake I made in a moment of confusion."
"Ha?" Mo Ziye sneered, "Then tell me, where did you get the medicine?"
Back then, if Mo Xin hadn't given him the medicine, what Qingqing would have seen when she opened the door wouldn't be him lying on the bed.
"I bought it from the bar."
Mo Xin didn't lift her head, just stood there, staring at her toes, mumbling a stiff answer to Mo Ziye's question.
"Qingqing, sit down first."
Mo Ziye suddenly withdrew his gaze, speaking gently to Qingqing beside him.
"Oh."
Qingqing replied and sat in the chair he had pulled out for her.
From the beginning till the end, she did not speak.
The air in the private room became thin in the silence.
