Sensing Mu Jingxi's gaze, Little Nuomi pursed her lips and smiled sweetly.
She waved her hand and as Mu Jingxi leaned down, the little one cutely whispered in his ear, "Mommy is really awesome, you know."
"Is that so?"
"It is!"
Mu Jingxi curled his lips into a smile and ruffled her small head, "Mm, Uncle believes you."
"Miss Qiao, what do you mean by this?" Lin Shuangshuang's expression was one of angry annoyance.
"Isn't the young mistress convinced that I am the murderer who killed Yan Zhenzhen? Even though the police have solved the case and the real culprit has been punished by the law, the young mistress still stubbornly believes I'm the killer, harboring resentment against me in her heart. Now that there's an opportunity, on the surface, she's helping Miss Lai, but in reality, she just wants to take the chance to teach me a lesson."
Since things had come to this point, Qiao An was not afraid to burn bridges.
