Mu Houchu was clutching the letters in his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, as he questioned her word by word, "I heard that these are love letters I sent to Song Ya Lan?"
Ji Xinhe practically rolled off the recliner, her previously heavy body appearing nimble, as she grinned sheepishly, "How could that be? How could you possibly write love letters to Song Ya Lan? Maybe someone made a mistake!"
Speaking firmly, she declared, "Yes! It must be a mistake!"
Mu Houchu gave her a chilling stare, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Hmm?"
Ji Xinhe shivered all over, stiffly chuckling twice before lowering her head in a show of defeat, "I was wrong."
Mu Houchu pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head to meet his frosty gaze, "Wrong? Your letter was written quite smoothly. Were you trying to get me to connect with Song Ya Lan like this before?"