Hen Meixin grew tense as soon as she heard his question. "Sis, since he's already admitted it, what's there to say? Just handle it however it needs to be handled now. Zhenxiong can't take an injury for nothing!"
Her emotions were overly intense, and her voice escalated sharply, piercingly harsh to the ear.
Wen Zhaoning raised her hand to signal her to calm down. "Meixin, take it easy."
"Aunt, I'm afraid she's incapable of calming down." Mu Jingxi, with his tall figure, stood proudly. His deep, icy gaze, pitch black like Obsidian, radiated a sharp, chilling light as he stared at her.
The disdain in his eyes was like an invisible blade, directly ripping apart Hen Meixin's fragile guilt.
No escape.
"Jingxi, what exactly is going on?" Wen Zhaoning looked at Hen Meixin, then at Mu Jingxi, her instincts telling her that this matter wasn't simple.
Since Mu Jingxi admitted it, it must indeed be his doing. He wouldn't say things just for drama.
