Fang Zichun's delicate face turned fowl
He looked like a bomb ready to explode.
He stared at Li Qingmu as though the man had personally spat in his ancestors' graves.
The mountain of panties lay between them like damning evidence, yet Li Qingmu only tilted his head as he idly cleaned his ear with a pinky finger.
"You…"
Fang Zichun's voice came out like a hiss.
"Do you truly think you can lie to my face and make me look like a fool?! I know it was you! These are the stolen panties and you stole every single one!"
Li Qingmu blinked slowly, dug a little deeper into his ear then flicked away an invisible speck of wax.
"Uh… no. I really don't know anything about them."
He gave a lazy yawn.
"Can you all leave now? I was cultivating."
That nonchalant, almost bored tone.
It drove Fang Zichun mad.
Before Li Qingmu could turn away, he lunged forward and seized his sleeve.
"You're not going anywhere!"
He shrieked with a cracking voice.
