"Where's the evidence?" Fu Yixing asked sharply.
Evidence...
Her gaze instinctively shifted to the old master.
The latter noticed her glance, coughed awkwardly, and smiled faintly, "I think we can still discuss this matter calmly. Let's sit down and talk it over; no need for such sharp confrontations."
"Grandpa! At a time like this, you're still shielding her?" Fu Yixing looked at the old master in disbelief and shouted angrily, "Is it true that as long as it's not murder or arson, you'll forgive her for anything she does?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The old master frowned and said helplessly, "This matter is indeed hard to say for certain. What if there's some misunderstanding? Right? We shouldn't make decisions based solely on appearances, okay?"
"Sophistry!" Fu Yixing snorted coldly and sat down. "In any case, I don't care. Living with someone like her makes me feel unsafe."
