As the accusatory words rang out one after the other, the warmth in the living room vanished completely, replaced by awkwardness and silence.
Everyone's gaze fell on the person who had spoken those words, none other than Zhong Mengfan. At that moment, her face was innocent, as if her question had been prompted by mere curiosity without any malice intended.
"Meng Fan," Zhong Jinghao was the one who spoke, frowning with an unpleasant expression on his face, "if you don't know what to say, then keep quiet."
Although the current Zhong Mengfan was indeed his real sister, it must be said, he preferred the intelligent and tactful imposter.
In a setting like this, Zhong Mengfan was still clueless about what should and should not be said—it was clearly intentional provocation. Did she really think that those present couldn't see through her little scheme?
