"He definitely knows that we were the ones who set the fire."
Zhitao murmured while rinsing his mouth with water. The fishy taste of blood still lingering within caused the young man to furrow his brows in displeasure.
Accepting the towel handed out by Cipher, the young man wiped the beads of water off his face with a refreshed hum.
While taking a seat at one of the chairs in the bedroom he threw the towel onto the table before sliding halfway down the comfortable cushion with a heavy sigh.
"Have you noticed the taste of the soup?"
Xiao Mei who had not spoken a word the whole time finally voiced. Her large eyes flitted a glance in the direction of Xiao Fanyu before moving away.
Arms crossed over her chest, the young woman angled her face to the side. Eyes lowered to stare at the vase of lavender flowers on the stand to her right.
"Of course! That's why I said that the butler must know something!"
