He had mentioned the pen on the phone just now.
She answered him easily.
In the blink of an eye, it had changed hands!
Mu Qingqing saw his expression darken, and knew that his plan would succeed.
But right now, she couldn't be seen through. She innocently said, "Cousin Warm Boat gave this to me."
A few days ago, when I was packing up, I took out the letter that Feng Yeming sent to Mu Nuanzhou from the Mu Clan when he was still alive, so I passed it over to her. After seeing the letter, she acted as if she had obtained a treasure, and started crying tears of gratitude.
"I know that this is a gift from you, Xiao Shuai, and I don't dare to accept it. However, Cousin Warm Boat said that this pen is far less important than Feng Yeming's letter and told me to take it back without worry. Such a precious gift, she said she would give it away! I've thought about it. Since she doesn't want it, I'll return it to you! "
Mu Qingqing carefully handed the pen over to him.
"The man didn't pick it up, instead, he stared at the dazzling blue velvet box." The pen is not as important as Feng Yeming's letter, is that what she told you? "
He didn't like her!
Her indifferent gaze fell on Mu Qingqing's face, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in her expression. In her heart, she hoped that her following words would be tantamount to tripping over something, and her expression had some hesitation, allowing her to capture any loopholes.
Mu Qingqing knew that he was suspecting her, so he thought that her words were a bit fake.
To tell the truth, facing the man's wasp like gaze, she started to regret. She had no doubt that as long as she showed a little bit of panic, her lie would be seen through by his sharp eyes and she would die a terrible death.
In order to not let the man discover her and not give him any hope, under his sharp eyes that were like cold scalpels, she resisted the pressure and bit down hard, saying, "Of course, this pen was personally given to me by her. If Xiao Shuai doesn't believe it, she can ask Warm Boat personally.
Mu Nuanzhou used the pen as an exchange and received Feng Yeming's letter.
What happened after he went to confront her?
Even if Mu Nuanzhou explained that he was lending the brush to her and not giving it to her, Mu Qingqing was not afraid at all.
This was because she was only concealing small matters that couldn't stir up a thousand ripples.
Now that things had come to this, borrowing or giving away was not the important point!
The important point was that the priceless pen that he, Xiao Zhan, had given them, was simply not as important as a single letter from Feng Yeming!
Mu Nuanzhou only treated Feng Yeming's things as treasures, but Xiao Zhan's things … You can give it to someone else as you wish.
Mu Qingqing was confident that no matter how magnanimous the man in front of him was, no matter how much he endured, he would never be able to tolerate this sort of thing.
This seed that could cause cracks to appear between them and could disappoint Xiao Zhan, she, Mu Qingqing, would bury him today!
With a firm answer, his heart sank all the way to the bottom of the ravine, where a sea of flames was already waiting to fry his heart.
On the surface, he looked as calm as ever. His index finger pointed at the desk, but the veins on the back of his hand betrayed his patience.
"His tone is as cold as an iceberg in a land of extreme cold." Put the pen down and you can leave. "