"Earlier on, I already suspected that something was wrong. Hence, I got Long Fan to check your subordinate's wound and realized that it was not that serious. In fact, his wound was never supposed to be serious. Besides that, the blood looked different. It was not typical of a fresh wound. Thus, I already knew that he was a fake when I got into the carriage. Since the fake one was in another carriage, the real one must have been hiding among the people here. You're the only one who approached us earlier. Hence, I was quite certain that it was you especially after observing the way you interacted with Gu Xijiu!"
Di Fuyi looked at him expressionlessly. "I only asked one question, but you replied to me with an essay."
Mo Zhao pursed his lips. "Stop talking crap, Di Fuyi! What do you want?"
Di Fuyi rolled his eyes. "What do you think I want?"
Mo Zhao lifted the motionless Gu Xijiu up. "She's in my hands now. Are you not afraid that I would hurt her?"