"Why are you here?"
Mu Xuan stared at her for a while, not sure when she had arrived or what she had heard. Upon hearing her question, Wen Jing shook the bottle in her hand and said, "I came to see Zhouzhou. Who did you say you wanted to beat up just now?"
Seeing her nonchalant expression, Mu Xuan felt relieved, thinking that she hadn't heard anything. He casually replied, "I want to beat up someone from Baiyun Temple. It must be their bad luck that Zhouzhou got struck by lightning."
Was he being dismissive?
Wen Jing narrowed her eyes and gave him a probing look. However, Mu Xuan, being an old fox, could maintain the same innocent and kind appearance in Zhouzhou's heart as a little white rabbit. He had some acting skills, and he didn't reveal any flaws, calmly meeting her gaze.
Unable to figure out the truth, Wen Jing glanced at the two of them and decided not to delve deeper. She simply walked inside.