From the very beginning, Mo Liancheng believed that she had a purpose in marrying into the Eighth Prince Manor; he had even harbored thoughts of killing her, had he not? Between people, if there's a lack of trust from the start, it becomes very difficult to build that trust later on. Unless something significant enough happens to change those initial suspicions.
And at the moment, she had done nothing of the sort.
She was not naive enough to think that Mo Liancheng had already trusted her...
"Eighth Sister-in-law, take a guess," Mo Jingxuan had no intention of letting her go without making her mention a name.
"Anyway, it wouldn't be you," Qu Tan'er said helplessly, responding off the cuff.
"Indeed it won't be him," Mo Liancheng glanced at her and continued painting.
He didn't ask further, and the conversation stopped there.
"Does Fourteen remember what happened half a month ago?" Qu Tan'er asked with a slight lift of her head and a light chuckle, looking at Mo Jingxuan.
