The words forced out of Song Zhiqing's mouth made Bai Shuilian extremely anxious. It wasn't Song Zhiqing she feared, but the real master of this house, the high and mighty Prime Minister.
Song Zhiqing suspected her, she estimated that she could muddle through, but if Song Zhiyuan suspected, then there was truly no way out.
The more Bai Shuilian thought about it, the more panic she felt, her body shaking like a sieve.
Granny Quan was also anxious, but she had weathered big storms before. Seeing Bai Shuilian in this state, she couldn't help but chide softly, "What are you panicking for? Suspecting is just suspecting, there's no movement, which proves they have no evidence."
Bai Shuilian was truly infuriated to the point of laughter, "Granny, what can I say to you? One doesn't need a reason to hate someone, nor does one to make a person disappear. Does Granny naively think the Prime Minister is a kind person who strictly adheres to evidence?"
