Wen Zaao was taken aback, "Don't try to play tricks! Do you think pretending to be clueless can help you shirk responsibility?"
She pointed at the gold medal on the table and snorted, "See that? That's the stolen goods you took!"
Chu Ge frowned. On the table, his gold medal lay there, gleaming brightly.
A gold medal is stolen goods? He's the thief?
Chu Ge's eyes turned fierce as he sternly questioned, "Demoness! Do you even know who I am?!"
Goodness!
Wen Zaao couldn't help but mutter curses under her breath, this guy is actually enjoying this? Might be a runaway from some mental hospital.
Inside, the scene was tense, every move between the two was observed by the Old Palace Master outside.
Beside him stood his follower, that middle-aged man.
"Master, what's going on here?"
The Old Palace Master softly shook his head, his brows furrowed, without answering, his mind occupied with other thoughts.
