"Why are there bloodstains on your body?"
Sikong Wuyuan noticed something strange and glared at the child.
The child's heart skipped a beat as he tried to defend himself. "Maybe… someone in your family died?"
In the end, he pretended to be stupid.
Jiang Ming could tell he was lying and tied the child up.
"I don't know how you did this so quickly, but I think you should apologize to the cowherd. You don't have to explain yourself. We know what you did."
"Look at my physique. Could I have killed her?" The child glared at him. "Besides, my brain isn't that mature and smart."
This was the first time Sikong Wuyuan had heard someone talk about himself like that. He tugged at the child's cheek and said, "Who knows if you're a real child or a fake child?"
Yuan Hehe suddenly realized something. "The clothes you're wearing are quite old-fashioned. Are you an adult pretending to be a child?" he asked.