"Shut up!"
"..."
Madam Mo interrupted sharply.
Mo Yongshu was startled and immediately shut her mouth.
"Before this matter is thoroughly clarified, no one can pin this charge on my granddaughter!"
"But Mom, the facts are right in front of us..."
"What facts! Do you have undeniable evidence proving it was Qingqing?"
Madam Mo's imposing presence made Mo Yongshu purse her lips.
"There is both witness and physical evidence, Mom, why do you still favor Qingning so much?"
"The so-called witness is just one person's word. This house is so big, it's not unusual to find hawthorn in the snack cabinet. Everyone can take some to eat, so how can you accuse Qingning of putting it in Xinxin's soup just because she was holding a hawthorn!"
"But Grandma, this pot of pigeon soup was cooked by Qingning alone, so this..."
