"How do the servants treat you while you're living at Pei Zhiyao's place?"
Once the door was closed, Mo Site tentatively started the conversation.
His words, however, struck Wen Mian as odd.
"What?"
"I just noticed that servant's expression was off. Do you have some kind of grudge between you?"
"Not at all."
Thinking back on Auntie Zhang's every move, it indeed seemed somewhat strange.
But Wen Mian's mind was full of concerns about musical scores and plagiarism, leaving no room to concern herself with others.
Rather than worrying about Auntie Zhang's situation, it would be better to take care of herself.
"Forget it, let's talk about the Ma Lingling incident first."
Upon mentioning Ma Lingling, all three faces immediately darkened.
Cheng Aimei seemed to think of something and cautiously asked:
"You're sure this piece was your original composition, right?"
Wen Mian almost wanted to blurt out, "Isn't that obvious?"
