"Jingxuan, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all. Mrs. Wu is a servant of the Feng Family, of course I know her," Song Chuxue's voice was gentle.
"You know what I mean."
Feng Jingxuan said bluntly, "There are some things I find very strange. Mrs. Wu said she spread the peanut butter for you, which caused Dad's allergy. Just then, you hired a family doctor and brought allergy medicine. I think there are too many coincidences."
"Mrs. Wu is a servant of the Feng Family, she actually doesn't like you very much. Why would she help you this time, and take such a big risk?"
"Of course, most importantly, you transferred one million to Mrs. Wu. I didn't continue asking you just now because I was hoping you would confess to me voluntarily."
Disappointment filled Feng Jingxuan's eyes: "Chuxue, I hope you haven't done anything unforgivable again."
Nobody is foolish, Song Chuxue transferring one million to Mrs. Wu looked utterly unreasonable.