"Hmph, not thirsty, or just afraid to drink, eh?" He Xing let out a cold snort and with a slap, placed the teacup on the table. He looked at Xia Ning with a frosty gaze, "Do you take me for a fool? Don't think I don't know what happened on the night of my return. I fired the cook, you must be aware of that, right?"
Xia Ning's face went from red to white, and she let out a forced chuckle, still stubbornly saying, "He Xing, brother, I… I don't know, what are you talking about, I... I don't understand?"
"Don't understand?" He Xing lifted the now lukewarm Hangover Tea, appearing as if he were admiring a piece of art, "Xia Ning, you can pretend to play dumb with me here, but don't treat me like an idiot, okay? Do you think I would fall for the same trick twice?"
Xia Ning went limp. If it weren't for her hands gripping the back of the sofa, she would probably have collapsed to the floor; she was so frightened right now and had an overwhelming urge to turn and run away.
