Shen Qingxue weakly leaned against Lu Xize's chest and sobbed softly, "Can you ask the servants of the Lu family if my aunt had eaten any cakes or cookies that you made yesterday? Did she experience any discomfort?"
She had been frightened by Shen Mu's imposing manner just now, but now that she had regained her senses, she realized that Shen Mu had no evidence, so what was there to be afraid of?
The living room was as silent as death. Shen Mu stared at Shen Qingxue and chuckled softly, "Ha!"
The laughter was contemptuous, disdainful, mocking, and filled with the joy of revealing the truth, breaking the silence.
Shen Qingxue suddenly had a sense of foreboding. She instinctively grabbed Lu Xize's clothes and shrank back, asking in a trembling voice, "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Mu looked at Shen Qingxue, pinched her delicate chin with his hand, and applied a slight force. Shen Qingxue groaned in pain because of the sharp pain in her jawbone.
