Fang Xinxin's expression remained unmoved like the surface of a lake. "Is it unusual just because you say it is?"
Weng Jingke immediately caught onto the main point. "In other words, you're admitting that you visited Qian Shan Wan twelve days ago?"
"Sure."
"Very good! I went back and investigated this matter. The owner of that villa is Sun Zhiming. Coincidentally, on the day you visited, both his wife and children were not present." Weng Jingke put on an expression of disdain.
"A young woman like you spent more than an hour in a villa alone with a middle-aged uncle. Don't you feel any shame? Don't you know how to avoid being noticed? Of course, since you are his kept woman, there's nothing for you to worry about."
