As soon as the man entered the room, he saw the mess on the floor, with fruits, flowers, and broken glasses scattered all over the floor. He had a slight obsession with cleanliness, so he couldn't help but frown and said icily, "What are you doing?"
Wang Qingyu quickly squatted down to tidy up the things. "I'm sorry, Third Master. I accidentally overturned them just now. I'll clean it up now. Please have a seat on the sofa."
"Forget it. I'll get the people downstairs to clean it up later." Xi Zhimo walked to the window with his back to her and said in a forthright manner, "I have something to ask you. What was with the blood stains on the bed that day?"
Wang Qingyu looked at the man's haughty back profile. She realized that he already knew, and if she lied now, it was no different from courting death. Fortunately, she already had a plan in mind.
