Everybody's gaze fell on Cui Wenbo, his complexion became even more unsightly, he opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, yet found himself at a loss for a defense.
Yang Cheng's lips curled into a mocking smile; this fool doesn't even realize he's being used.
Cui Wenbo stood on the spot, his face alternating between pale and blue.
The stare of everyone in the room pierced through him like daggers, making him feel unbearably uncomfortable.
"Third Uncle, what exactly is going on with this flower? Why did you place a pot of poisonous flowers in grandfather's room?"
Cui Yunfan stepped forward, his gaze sharp and interrogative fixed on him.
"I didn't! I really didn't know the flowers were poisonous!"
Cui Wenbo's voice trembled, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks from his forehead. "The flowers were sent by Lao Zhang from the nursery; in the room, they can refresh and stimulate the mind. I had good intentions, who knew they would poison the old man!"
