When questioned, He could only think of Jiang Ruan's face.
The answer was obvious.
With his lips pressed together, he calmly said, "I was set up last night."
Si Chen widened his eyes, "Huh?"
"Who would dare to set you up, Brother Bo, they must have a death wish. Tell me who it is, and I'll make sure they can't mix in Beijing anymore!"
Si Chen said passionately.
He seemed even angrier than He himself.
He: "..."
He gave him a cool glance and uttered three words with light thin lips: "My mother."
He teased, "Tell me, how do you plan to skin her alive to avenge me?"
Si Chen was dumbfounded, "Your mo...mother?"
"How could Aunt set you up, Brother Bo, you're joking with me, right?"
He: "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
No, he didn't look like he was joking.
Si Chen had known for a long time that He did not have a good relationship with his mother.
He had also met Xu Yun, and could only describe her with two words: rigid.
