"Qin Muchuan, do you truly despise me?" Zhou Ziqing asked.
Qin Muchuan's gaze turned frigid. "Yes!"
Zhou Ziqing felt hurt, confusion painted all over her upset face. "Why?"
"You know, what's the point of asking the same question over and over?" Qin Muchuan retorted with a cold laugh.
Zhou Ziqing wiped away her tears. "Fine. Now, I want to tell you that your son and daughter have torn up all my clothes. What do you say to that?"
Qin Muchuan raised his eyebrows. "I'm aware of that. However, I need to investigate firstly. If it turns out to be my son and daughter's doing, I'll compensate you."
"Are you messing with me? Where are you going to investigate? Tell me!" Zhou Ziqing demanded, her eyes red with rage.
"Of course, I will ask the housemaids or check if there are any surveillance footages!"
