"If the cursed insect is not poisonous, then what about Master Wang? You must have poisoned him on purpose!"
Shen Qingye was absolutely certain that Shen Jiao had ill intentions.
If Shen Jiao could be so heartless as to kill even the old nanny Gui who had taken care of them since childhood, how could she possibly kill a stranger she had just met?
She must have done it!
There's absolutely no way it could be fake!
Explaining the allergy is very easy; it only takes a few simple words. After all, with the little miracle doctor in charge, Mr. Wang certainly won't be in any danger.
As for why Master Wang had not woken up for so long, Shen Jiao did not know.
But now she has another idea and doesn't really want to explain why.
She was very curious about Shen Qingye's relentless and determined attitude towards her.
Shen Jiao asked, "As Second Young Master Shen wishes, please answer my three questions."
What kind of questions could you possibly ask with that stupid brain of yours? You're probably just looking for another excuse to expand your knowledge. I'll expose your vicious face right here and now... Shen Qingye scoffed: "Ask whatever you want."
Shen Jiao said, "First, every crime has a reason. You immediately assume that I poisoned him. I have no grudge against Master Wang, so why would I poison him?"
"I'm not you, how would I know what you're thinking? What if you suddenly have a mental breakdown? Who knows?"
Shen Qingye was convinced that Shen Jiao was vicious and not a kind person, but he never considered the reasons why.
Bad people are black-hearted; what reason could they possibly have for doing bad things?
Convicting others certainly requires reasons, evidence, and reasoning, but does convicting Shen Jiao require these?
There's absolutely no need for anything good.
It's enough that she is Shen Jiao.
This is clearly sophistry; it not only lacks any logic but is also extremely unseemly.
The expressions on the faces of those present were quite complex.
Shen Qingcheng took a few deep breaths, staring at Shen Qingye with a stiff expression, unable to believe that what he said could be so outrageous.
He had no idea that Shen Qingye was such a stubborn and foolish bull!
Seeing this, Old Master Gu could only pat his silly son on the shoulder and sigh, "There is no harm without comparison, son. It's my fault. I've misunderstood you all these years. You are actually a smart child."
Regardless of the past, at least for now, you are smart!
You are ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times smarter than Shen Qingye!
Gu An was silent for a moment: "...I don't know why, but even though it's the truth, I'm not very happy about being better than Shen Qingye."
Comparing a vibrant, upward-growing blade of grass to a large pile of garbage is always unpleasant.
“Then that’s even better.” Old Master Gu had never spoken to his son so kindly before.
Gu An pressed his advantage: "At least ten points."
Master Gu: "Then one hundred bills!"
Winning by a few points is not important; the main thing is not to get too close to Young Master Shen.
The father and son did not deliberately avoid talking, and every word they said made Shen Qingye's face turn even more unpleasant.
Lord Liu silently shut his mouth; he wouldn't rush to get involved in a quarrel between immortals.
He looked at the white-clad young man smiling like a spring breeze not far away.
The main reason is that they don't want things to get too ugly. Whether his reproductive organs can stand up again depends on the help of this Crane Healing Saint!
The little boy from the Guan family was a bit confused by the adults' long, rambling speech.
She glanced at Mr. Gu and thought that being handsome had nothing to do with age.
Looking at Shen Qingye again, she felt that sometimes even those who look young aren't necessarily good-looking.
Her mother often taught her that if you don't understand something, you should have the courage to ask. You shouldn't pretend to understand when you don't, because that's what fools do, and it's pathetic and shameful.
So, Little Radish Head, carrying her wisdom, learning, and faith, ran up to Shen Qingye with excited eyes and asked, "Why do you have to act crazy if you're not her? What does 'crazy' mean? Is it like you, big brother?"
The little boy's voice was sweet and soft, and his big, round eyes were as bright and sincere as grapes.
Shen Qingye: "..."
It feels like walking down the street and suddenly being stabbed in the chest by a soft, yielding knife.
It's not life-threatening, but it hurts a lot.
"Old Guan, didn't you say your daughter is rather introverted?" Old Master Gu covered his mouth, unable to suppress a chuckle.
Guan Yu: "..."
Stop laughing, stop laughing, you're already being attacked by dead memories.
Shen Jiao secretly gave a thumbs up.
Not bad, not bad. At such a young age, you can ask such pointed questions. Entertainment reporters in China can't do without you.
Unfortunately, he was born thousands of years too early.
Ji Yan's eyes rarely showed satisfaction.
Shang Ke is indeed a clever radish.
Even if Shen Qingye was angry, he wouldn't make things difficult for the child in public. His lips twitched, and he was powerless to defend himself: "...No."
He only harbored a deep-seated prejudice against Shen Jiao, but he was relatively kind to Little Carrot Head.
Besides, he's not young anymore, and he can't very well offend a young girl.
That's really embarrassing.
Liang Heng discovered that Xiao Zi from Master Wang's household had eyes as clear as autumn water and delicate, upturned lips; she was a rare and wonderful person.
I couldn't help but glance at it a couple more times, and then I couldn't resist looking at it a couple more times.
Upon hearing this, Liang Heng finally managed to give Shen Qingye a look.
I really can't be bothered to expose him. He's already embarrassed himself all the way from Great Yan to the Southern Frontier, so what's there to care about?
The suggestion here is to dig a 30-meter-deep pit and bury yourself.
To avoid being accidentally exposed and continuing to embarrass oneself.
"What's that?" Little Radish Head asked curiously in a clear voice.
The little ones in this age group are practically asking a million questions.
Shen Jiao remembers that the mischievous kid next door would ask ten times a day why Ultraman hadn't kidnapped the school teachers yet.
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