even if the gold dust in your hands was because you cut Qing Ying's ancient costume, then let me ask you, how did second great-grandfather's ancient costume appear here? " Qin bei suddenly stood up and asked.
"How should I know? I admit that I was the one who cut the ancestral worshipping ancient costume, but I don't know how it ended up in your hands."
Su Jingyu's mouth twitched, and a smug smile flashed across his face.
Anyway, she had already found the best excuse for the source of the gold powder in her hands. As for how second great-grandfather's ancient ancestral worshipping clothes appeared in su qingying's courtyard, they just had to deny it.
There was no evidence anyway, so who could force them to admit it?
"If that's the case, then ..."
Just as second great-grandfather was about to let the matter rest, Qin bei suddenly spoke.
"Wait a moment!"
