Yue Qingqing was taken aback.
"Do you think Dad is innocent?"
Zhang Ying chuckled, tapping Yue Qingqing on the head.
"Your dad may look rugged on the outside, but he's actually quite meticulous. If he really wanted to do something, he wouldn't leave such a huge evidence behind for me."
Yue Qingqing curiously asked, "What if that person deliberately left clues to provoke you?"
Zhang Ying noticed that her daughter was clever in many ways, but naive when it came to emotions, probably due to her age.
The mother's tone was calm, "When do people get anxious? It's definitely when they're unsure. If they were really confident, they wouldn't bother with useless actions."
Yue Qingqing felt educated.
Yue Jiandong finished drying his hair and came out to see the noodles on the table, and immediately his appetite was whetted.
He sat down and eagerly slurped them up.
