Wen zhihuai sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression.
He looked up at old Mr. Wen and said,"father, I'm guessing that this person could be a mole." You have to be mentally prepared, Yingying."
Old Mr. Wen was taken aback and did not understand what Wen zhihuai meant by that.
He asked in a trembling voice,"what kind of mental preparation do I need to make?" If we find the person who poisoned you, we'll just execute him according to the law."
Wen zhihuai's eyes flickered and he sighed in a low voice.
Some things were too cruel and he really couldn't bear to tell old Mr. Wen.
Forget it. I'll wait until I have concrete evidence before telling him.
It would also give him a buffer period.
Wen zhihuai had sent seventh uncle to investigate.
Wen Muchu and Lan Xiao were not idle either.
After their discussion with Wen zhihuai, they decided to play along.
Therefore, in the middle of the night, Wen Muchu spread the news of the high fever.
