What exactly are these two people playing at with their charades?
Could there be a conspiracy behind all this? But what kind of schemes can one devise in front of such a crowd?
It's just a child, right?
Yes, a child.
Zhou Zhesheng took a deep breath, "I don't know what you're talking about. President Chu, I've already stopped blaming your wife, so why are you turning the tables on me?"
His refined demeanor was one of puzzlement and amusement, appearing quite innocent.
Everyone else also thought he looked innocent.
Only Chu Yiqin's eyes were icy cold.
He saw through everything.
Qin Mo swallowed hard, wondering what this act was all about, making her slightly scared.
"What are you talking about?"
Qin Mo asked in a low voice.
With so many eyes on them, could it be that Zhou Zhesheng had done something to offend him earlier, so he was taking the chance to seek revenge?
Qin Mo racked her brain but couldn't figure out why.