Xu Zijin stared steadily at the old lady like a mountain, not speaking, just continuously sending cold energy towards her.
At first, it didn't feel like much, but as time went on, the old lady became increasingly uncomfortable under the gaze, and couldn't help rubbing her arms.
In this cold winter, she was actually chilled enough to get goosebumps—it was... so eerie.
"Mom, I have plenty of time to spend with you today." The corners of Xu Zijin's mouth raised slightly, with one goal—to uncover the ins and outs of what happened yesterday.
The old lady suddenly felt her scalp tingle, "This..."
Under Xu Zijin's strong aura of oppression and the burning curiosity within him, the old lady defeatedly admitted.
"Actually, I didn't drug her; I just tampered with the heater in Yinuo's room." While observing her son's expression, the old lady carefully said.
