Wen Yi had never trusted him, and now, hearing him speak on this topic with such a mocking and almost derisive tone, she was completely unable to remain calm. "Mo Shichen!"
"Calm down, Miss Wen, I have no objections to you framing me, but as for pinning a crude and brutish act of killing a love rival on me, I'm not willing to take the fall for that."
"You..."
Wen Yi had already convicted him based on two points: one was that she couldn't think of anyone else but him, and the other was his character and dark history, making it entirely believable that he could have done such a thing. Perhaps because she had just vented her emotions, and the built-up feelings had been released, she gradually calmed down upon hearing him speak again.
However, her expression was still unpleasant, very cold, and the nerves in her body were tense. She stared intently at him, trying to detect any emotional flaw.
