Xiao Bai felt a jolt of panic but tried to stay composed, saying, "We're discussing your problem; don't change the subject."
This girl, does she have to be so clever?
Wan Chu'er huffed, grabbed Xiao Bai's ear, and demanded fiercely, "Did you orchestrate all of this?"
Once she asked this question, it was like opening the floodgates—her suspicions poured out.
"Did you already know about my relationship with Old Man Zhong?"
"Was it you who told them we were moving, so they showed up the day after we moved?"
"Did you conspire with them, that's why you deliberately let them in just now?"
Wan Chu'er fired off three questions in a row.
Hearing this, Xiao Bai breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she hadn't suspected the origins of this house yet.
Seeing Xiao Bai offer no rebuttal, Wan Chu'er's grip tightened.
"Let go, it hurts," Xiao Bai yelled, struggling to pry Wan Chu'er's hand away.
