When Yu Yuehan came down from upstairs, his face was rather cold.
His head was still filled with thoughts about how Nian Xiaomu was going to answer Xiao Liuliu's question. In the end, before he could hear the answer, they were interrupted by Cheng Xiulu barging in.
At this moment, his eyes shone like a burning torch. He turned slowly to look at Nian Xiaomu, but did not rush to speak.
If she wanted to prove her innocence, then she would have to beg him for help.
He had thought that she would be a bundle of nerves, but what he saw was only a pair of stubborn eyes.
"Even if the hair clip was found in my room, that doesn't prove that I stole it. I remember that when I returned from the courtyard, the butler asked me to go upstairs directly. I have been in Young Master's room all this time and did not come out. Both the butler and Young Master are my alibis," Nian Xiaomu straightened her back and retorted with great confidence.
