Madam Wang looked at Zhang Gaoqiu, who was bowing to pay his respects, and there was a bone-chilling coldness in her eyes, a hint of killing intent flowing in them.
If Zhang Gaoqiu hadn't miscalculated, how could I have been defiled?
"You still have the face to see me?" Madam Wang glared angrily at Zhang Gaoqiu.
Zhang Gaoqiu smiled bitterly and said, "Aunt, I am really wronged! Who could have thought that my cousin and I would faint together? Don't you find it strange? How could such a coincidence happen?"
"Are you implying that someone secretly plotted against us?" Madam Wang's brows furrowed.
Zhang Gaoqiu nodded bitterly, "It seems so, otherwise how could both my cousin and I have fainted at the same time?"
"Tell me what happened again," Madam Wang said.
