Longyuan blinked his large eyes innocently. He was at once surprised and confused.
Moreover, he was still feeling muddleheaded!
"How could I kill Elder Meng? I didn't, really!"
Han Moze glanced at the stick on the floor with a flash of disappointment in his eyes. Then, staring at Longyuan, he growled, "Then why were you holding that stick which was used to kill Elder Meng?"
Longyuan's little brows knitted together in confusion. "I don't why it was in my hand, father. I dozed off while I was memorizing a book last night, and I woke up to find Mother already here. I really didn't kill Elder Meng!"
"There's no one else other than you and Elder Meng in this study. If it wasn't you, does that mean he did that to himself?" Han Moze pressed him icily, clenching tighter on Longyuan's collar now.
"Mother, help me! I really didn't kill Elder Meng! Why wouldn't Father believe me?"
