Jiang Xuecheng's lips were pursed into a cold and hard line. He looked at Jiang Zhiyuan steadily. His eyes were fixed without moving away.
"Do you still remember the bottle of perfume that An'ning gave Wan Wan this afternoon? She drank it and ended up here."
Jiang Xuecheng paused and he shifted his eyes, which were as sharp as a knife, to Jiang Haoxuan.
"Of course, nobody forced her to drink it."
This sentence was undoubtedly a slap to Jiang Haoxuan's face. Jiang Haoxuan snorted coldly but trembled as Jiang Xuecheng stared. He swallowed his words which had reached his mouth.
Luo Xiuxiu was shocked upon hearing this. She stumbled backward and stabilized herself.
"Since nobody forced her, why did An'ning try to hurt herself like this?"
