Qin Sheng, observing Qin Churou's reaction, immediately grasped that the three thugs tonight were somehow connected to her.
With a faint smile, Qin Sheng said, "Isn't it perfectly natural for me to return home?"
Qin Churou, realizing her overreaction, quickly adjusted her words, "No, I just meant... why are you back so late? It's already past seven."
Qin Sheng, unwilling to continue the charade, leaned in slightly and whispered, "Qin Churou, I'm fine. Surprised, aren't you?"
Cold sweat began to bead on Qin Churou's forehead as she forced a stiff smile, "Sister, I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know very well what you've done."
With one last mocking glance at Qin Churou, Qin Sheng walked past her and into the living room.
Qin Churou remained where she was, her hands slowly clenching at her sides.
Old Madam Qin, though not particularly warm towards Qin Sheng, refrained from making things difficult for her.
