In the small pavilion, Wufu and Wen Congrui faced each other, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle hint of aggression.
"Do you believe I will not do anything to you?" Wen Congrui was the first to lose his composure.
With an innocent look, Wufu retorted, "Lord, I don't understand what you're saying. What has Wufu done?"
This innocent yet shameless expression instantly reminded Wen Congrui of the day he had gone to confront Ah Jiu when he had also said something similar: What have I admitted to?
The expressions on their faces were strikingly similar.
Thinking of this, Wen Congrui's face turned even darker.
"Lord, the case has already been solved. It's rather pointless for you to question me now!" Wufu subtly poured him some tea and said, "How about I make amends with this cup of tea?"
Wen Congrui snorted coldly and turned his head away, clearly annoyed.
