Asking Question

Feng Mo Yue tilted her head. Her large eyes blinked innocently as if she truly didn't understand what he was talking about. "I don't know what you're talking about, Brother Ao Kuai."

"There's no one else but the four of us here." Nan Luo pulled the nearby chair. "There's no need for you to continue lying."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Young Master Nan." Feng Mo Yue bit her lower lips, looking like a little girl who was being bullied.

If not for the fact that three of them knew that she was acting, they would not try to question her harshly.

Nan Hua was not paying attention to them. She instead walked to the incense burner and opened the lid before putting the things on the table. There were several worm like animals squirming there.

Upon seeing that, Feng Ao Kuai furrowed his eyebrows.

On the other hand, Feng Mo Yue's face changed. She looked at Nan Hua in disbelief. "How…?"