"In Beijing, the only person I can think of who would do such a thing besides me is no one else. Naturally, the blame falls squarely on me."
Listening to Mu Chengxi's explanation, Wen Xin furrowed her brows even tighter. It seemed that she truly hadn't considered Mu Chengxi's situation when she had acted.
"So, is there any point in explaining now?"
"What's the use of explanations? It would only make things worse. There's no need to deal with it. Who sent the message just now?"
With a headache that made him terribly uncomfortable, Mu Chengxi still managed to open his eyes, took the mobile phone from Wen Xin, glanced at it, and casually replied with a few words.
This matter has nothing to do with me."
Then he deleted Jiang Linfei's contact information, handed the phone back to Wen Xin, closed his eyes, and nestled against Wen Xin's shoulder.
