"Of course it wasn't me."
Wu Chufeng answered without the slightest hesitation.
Ji Xiaosong bit her lower lip, a trace of suspicion still lingering in her eyes. She looked up and stared straight at Wu Chufeng, pressing him, "Then according to you, how exactly did Xiao Mumu die in a cesspool?"
Wu Chufeng's expression was relaxed. He reached out and gently smoothed his sleeve, a careless look on his face, as if he were discussing some trivial, unimportant matter.
"My dear, it was really just her own bad luck. After being locked up for two days and released, that Xiao Mumu was still not convinced. She actually tried the same trick again, getting a bucket of filth and planning to come to our gates to cause another scene."
He paused for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Who would have thought? As she was swaggering over to our estate with that bucket, she spilled most of it and had to turn back. This time, she slipped by the edge of the cesspool."
