Ye Zhantian rubbed his temples with a pained expression, "I remember now, when I got to the back hall, Qianjiao poured me a cup of hot tea, and after I drank it, I fell asleep."
At this point, he looked up at Chu Qianjiao, "Is that right?"
Chu Qianjiao was still crying with her head lowered, not saying a word.
"How could I do anything if I was asleep?" Ye Zhantian asked, puzzled. "Although I'm in good health, this kind of thing, well, it seems like I'd need to be awake for it, right?"
"......"
The old patriarch was stunned; if this was true, then there was something fishy about the situation.
"Jiaojiao, what exactly happened?" Chu Baichuan immediately questioned his daughter.
"Brother Zhantian drank the tea and leaned on the sofa for a while before falling asleep," Chu Qianjiao said grievously. "I was sitting beside him, thinking that even if we couldn't be together, it was nice just to watch over him.
