"Young Master! What happened?"
Mo San's heart tightened. He didn't believe Mo Jinrong could do such a thing.
"Don't breathe a single word about today, especially not to Anran."
Mo Jinrong quickly dressed and left.
"Lan Yaxin, did you frame my Young Master?" Mo San questioned.
Lan Yaxin continued to act pitiful. She looked at him with reddened eyes.
"I really don't know what happened. Mo Jinrong provoked me first. Butler Mo, you must make him take responsibility for me."
"I will investigate this matter. If I find out that you have framed Young Master, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Mo San warned.
"Go ahead, I'm innocent anyway. Mo Jinrong, you have to give me an explanation."
The more Lan Yaxin spoke, the more pitiful she became. Mo San felt that she was pretending and ignored her, turning to leave.
