Regarding Jing Nianhui's questioning, Zhan Moxiao had been mentally prepared, so there was no change in his expression. "Where did mother hear this news?"
Jing Nianhui glanced at Zhan Anqi. "Anqi saw the divorce certificate in your study when she was playing at Ailan Castle."
Zhan Moxiao's brow slightly tightened with a chilling intent. That fake divorce certificate he had carelessly tossed in a drawer seemed to have been found by Zhan Anqi when she visited Ailan Castle.
He hated anyone tampering with his things.
Thus, he coolly lifted his eyelids, his icy gaze stabbing Zhan Anqi's face like thorns. "And where did you see it, hmm?"
Zhan Anqi, feeling as if bathed in countless X-rays, instinctively stepped back. "Big brother, I didn't mean to see it, it was just in the drawer under your desk."
Zhan Moxiao felt an extreme distaste at the bottom of his heart. Even if she was his sister, he could not tolerate her prying into his secrets.
