[Fu Jinghen: Why were you in Wen Qiao's room?]
Fu Jinghen had anticipated this question from Huo Mutian for a while.
He purposely didn't say anything, waiting for Fu Jinghen to ask first.
If he rushed to explain, it wouldn't be convincing and would make him seem guilty. But if Fu Jinghen asked proactively, he could play the situation to prove his innocence.
[Huo Mutian: Don't pretend to be naive here, Wen Shu wouldn't just let your wife drink that lousy potion and stop there? There must be follow-up moves, like tricking me to go over for something, but luckily I remained composed and reacted quickly to avoid that green hat on your head. Besides, we weren't alone in the room; your sister was there too.]
Regarding the words "remained composed," Huo Mutian felt no shame at all, confidently assuming the identity of "Liu Xiahui."
Fu Jinghen saw the long string of messages from Huo Mutian, his face already looking unpleasant.
