Ah Jing was about to continue when Fan Zhuo's voice interrupted him.
"Ah Jing! I do not want to hear you speak anymore about this in future. I trust my brother and I trust Little Xie. The gossip that comes out of the mouths of others cannot compare with I can see with my own two eyes and hear with my own ears here everyday. Throughout the period that Little Xie had lived here, had he ever bothered anyone in anyway? Don't tell me you do not know where those tonics that had suddenly appeared in the kitchen out of nowhere were from." Fan Zhuo said, as he looked at Ah Jing, his always gentle face showing a rare moment of displeasure.
Jun Xie might not like to talk much and did not get along easily with people. But that did not mean that he was a person that harboured ulterior motives.
