Both the guilty party and the victim's gazes fell on Qie Xieling's chest before looking away feigning ignorance. How was one supposed to say such a thing? Sorry, I hit your son while I was in berserk mode? Those words wouldn't come out of Wen Qinxi's mouth even if he was beaten.
"Uh.... um, here is the thing," said Qie Xieling his speech incoherent when a sudden realization struck him. "Wait, how did you know I was hurt?"
Wen Qinxi had been looking away while pretending to be innocent like this entire situation had nothing to do with him. But Qie Xieling's question had him staring at Qie Ranzhe with some suspicion.
'Jolie!' he called out as the father and son questioned each other like in a Senate hearing. The system played deaf for a while but how could it win against the supreme overlord?
'Jolie, you better start talking otherwise....,' he said in a menacing tone that had the system appear as fast as a genie in a lamp.
