Baili Xia's head drooped lower, her voice a barely audible whisper.
"Later...later I found out, but Chen told me, it was all fake..."
"What's this!" Mu Lingchuan abruptly pulled up her sleeve.
The scarf unraveled from her arm, revealing the vivid bruises and welts, suddenly clear in their view.
"These," Mu Lingchuan pointed, his rage flaring anew.
"These are fake? Are you going to tell me that a makeup artist drew them on you?"
He was truly angered, but to his surprise, Baili Xia's face lit up after hearing his words.
"Uncle, what if...I tell him these were drawn on by a makeup artist, would he believe me?" she asked.
"Do you think he's blind?" Mu Lingchuan was enraged, wanting to give her a good shake.
Even his grandfather wouldn't be deceived by these bruises.
Does she want to deceive Uncle? Or has grass grown in her brains?
Uncle has eyes like the god of fire, how many people can actually fool him in this world?