Ou Zun was so angry he almost spit blood.
He needed to find evidence, but how on earth was he supposed to find it?
He was so frustrated he could almost beat his chest in anger.
Seeing Ou Zun's tightly furrowed brows, Mù Qiānxún knew he was extremely agitated. She quickly went to the living room, poured him a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.
Then she gave him a massage.
"Brother Ou Zun, take it easy, don't rush, don't rush."
Ou Zun took a small sip of water, his face clouded over, dark and heavy.
Faced with her, he wouldn't take out his anger on her, and his tone improved significantly.
But he couldn't completely hide the anger in his voice.
"Such nonsense, I don't even know when it happened, how am I supposed to investigate? Should I just let this damn bowl of blame be placed on my head?"
Mù Qiānxún's mind quickly pieced the whole thing together from start to finish.
Of course, when Ou Zun said it wasn't him, she definitely believed him.
