Weisheng Yueren was about to feed her a piece of apple when he heard her, his hand stiffened, and his eyes shifted several times. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength, "You, you know everything."
Startled, Qinghe turned to look at him and met his dark, lusterless eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hastily explained, "No, Grandpa just said you were going to seek revenge; I don't know anything."
Oh, damn, Qinghe wished she could slap herself. An explanation was a cover-up, and her attempt at concealment was obviously too clumsy to fool Weisheng Yueren with his keen eye. It seemed that ease could really cause one's IQ to drop; she'd become lax in her mind after getting full and relaxed by his side, and now her mind had gone on strike. Why did she have to say that? She had intended to pretend she would never know, but wasn't this just rubbing salt in his wound?
