"You come with me to the house and get the white cloth! I saw it with my own eyes—there was nothing on it! Don't you even think about denying it, Song Qingya!"
"The white cloth? And what's that supposed to prove?"
Fang Huihui retorted loudly.
"I saw Village Chief Fei washing the bedsheets himself! So what about it? You want to come inspect his hands to see if they're clean?"
Everyone was stunned. For a moment, no one knew what to say.
The village chief was washing bedsheets?
That was simply unbelievable!
What on earth was going on?
Since things had already come to this, there was no longer any need to keep it a secret.
Fang Huihui had initially been worried the couple would be too embarrassed by the matter and wouldn't want it made public.
Before she spoke, she glanced over at Fei Jin and Song Qingya.
Although Song Qingya's eyes were slightly red-rimmed, she still managed a smile.
