"Why were you wearing Alice's clothes and sleeping in Alice's room?"
Mo Yi decided to use the muddling-through tactic Madam Kishin was best at and said in confusion, "Where is Alice now? I wanted to have a late-night chat with her."
Madam Kishin: "..."
Faced with Mo Yi playing dumb, Madam Kishin simply grabbed his hand and smiled as she looked him in the eye.
Mo Yi: "..."
Sure enough, pink turned black when cut open. How could a big shot like Madam Kishin, who had lived for who knew how many years, really be an airhead?
Since she had not immediately attacked and did not seem inclined to do so now, Mo Yi had nothing to say. After all, she had caught him in bed with her daughter. Though he really had only wanted to chat with Alice, who would believe that in this situation?
"Fine, you win—"
Mo Yi gave up struggling and complained:
"But I really only came to chat with Alice."
"I believe you—"
After looking at Mo Yi for a while, Madam Kishin finally released his hand. Nothing like the scenario Mo Yi had imagined happened.
Madam Kishin: Coming to chat with my daughter in the middle of the night—do you believe that yourself, Mo Yi? Hmph, you don't want to chat with Alice at all. You're clearly lusting after her body, you shameless scumbag!
After harshly berating him, Madam Kishin would warn Mo Yi to stay away from Alice. Once this matter was over, he was not to keep pestering Alice, or she would not be polite.
Yes, that was the most reasonable way Mo Yi thought this scene should have unfolded.
Instead, Madam Kishin's act of directly letting go of his hand made Mo Yi even more doubtful and wary. She was obviously