"No."
Gu Jiao denied.
Mu Qingchen looked at her coldly, trying to detect even the slightest flaw or hint of guilt in her eyes, but to his disappointment, he found none.
If Gu Jiao were to act out a drama of love and hate, she could probably dazzle others with her performance, but when it came to not showing guilt, she was simply being herself.
A flaw?
Impossible.
However, whether Gu Jiao felt guilty or not was one thing; whether Mu Qingchen believed her was another. Mu Qingchen was not as easily fooled as Li Sande, and his thought process had no blind spots that could be easily led astray.
He had his own deductions and would not be influenced by Gu Jiao.
He tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his gaze icy, "You wouldn't save Nangong Li, your only possible reason for being at the scene was that you killed him!"
