"His ex-wife died of gas poisoning."
Su Qiao casually tossed out what seemed like an unrelated remark.
"Gas poisoning? That's pretty normal!"
Jiang Jinghao scratched his ponytail, unable to figure out what she meant.
"She left behind a diary. It contained a lot of things. She wrote that she suspected Wen Congyuan was trying to harm her, and then a few days later, she died of gas poisoning."
Remembering Jiang Jinghao's reaction when she had just called Wen Congyuan a pervert, Su Qiao added, "He's impotent and suffers from manic disorder."
"What did you say?" Jiang Jinghao's jaw dropped. He thought he had misheard her.
Qiao quickly snatched the milk tea from his hand.
If he ended up spraying it out, she would be the one to suffer.
It took Jiang Jinghao quite a while to recover. He stared straight at Su Qiao with his dark eyes. "Is that true?"
"Truer than pearls."
Su Qiao remained perfectly calm as she leisurely continued eating her chicken leg and drinking her milk tea.
Jiang Jinghao's eyes shifted. "Then, Bao'er, does that mean you and him didn't... didn't do that?"
Su Qiao raised her eyes and glanced at him.
Did the "that" he was talking about mean sleeping together?
Meeting her clear, dark eyes, Jiang Jinghao's face flushed red.
How could he ask a girl something like that to her face?
His thoughts were far too filthy.
"Ahem, Bao'er, that... I... I was just asking. Actually, even if you had done that with him, I... I wouldn't mind."
Jiang Jinghao had no idea what he was saying. He simply said whatever was on his mind.
Su Qiao blinked. "Wouldn't mind what?"
Host, you silly boy. Does this count as a confession? 444 watched from the side, thoroughly entertained.
Only after Su Qiao asked