"What is Madam afraid of? Wasn't Madam picking the lock to retrieve the letter? You look so frightened that even if you were to pick the lock now, what else can you do? The one who trapped you wasn't my brother at all. It was your fear toward my brother, right?"
Wen Shaoqing saw through Irene's thoughts and said calmly.
Irene felt the soles of her feet turn cold. This Wen Shaoqing had a gentle temperament on the surface, but in reality, he was cunning as a fox. He was even harder to fathom than Ronald.
Wen Shaoqing turned around and walked forward. "Don't worry, Madam. My brother has gone to the military camp. He shouldn't be back for a few days."
Hearing that, Irene immediately chased after him. "He won't be back for a few days? Then why did he lock me in my room? Is he trying to starve me to death?"
