"Why are you holding a scissor though?" asked Shui Xian. "Planning a murder?"
Mu Chenyan gave him a lopsided grin, "Oh, my innocent son-in-law, I never needed a weapon to murder someone. My hands are enough to do a better job."
"Violent," commented Shui Xian.
"Just because I called you innocent doesn't mean you are one," Mu Chenyan appointed out. "You and I both know what you have done in the past few years." She took a dramatic pause to add, "There is nothing innocent about that."
Shui Xian still kept his innocent but charming smile on. What he was, of course, he knew. He knew it all too well. But as he said the other night, everyone had a skeleton in their closet. Hidden. He was no different.
"Yanyan, let's go," said Raelle. "The haircut has already been delayed for a while now."
