All the spears are pointing at him, yet they just can't produce concrete evidence.
This feeling is truly unsettling.
Outside the door came a faint sound of footsteps. Situ Yunshu looked toward the door warily and lowered her voice, "Hai Que, someone's coming, I'll hang up now."
Putting down her phone, she swiftly ran to the sofa and sat down, picking up a magazine effortlessly.
Just as she got into position, someone pushed open the bedroom door.
Outside, Mu Jingnan stood holding Little Fantuan in his arm, looking at the woman pretending to read a magazine with great interest.
His thin lips curved up into a shallow arc, "What are you doing in the bedroom all by yourself?"
"It's too noisy downstairs, I came up to read quietly."
Quietly?
He thought she was purposely avoiding him?
Knowing but not exposing, Mu Jingnan, with the last bit of elegance, stepped into the bedroom and handed Little Fantuan to her, "Here you go. Don't be mad."
"Who's mad?"
