Qiao Nian took the water from Jiang Zongjin with her uninjured hand and took a sip. Hearing this, she put it down and said calmly, "I've checked."
"It wasn't an accident?" Old Master Jiang's expression darkened. He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, and his turbid eyes suddenly turned cold. He was unyielding. "Who did it?"
Qiao Nian didn't say anything.
She put the mineral water aside and propped up her legs. They were long and straight, and her expression was quite playful. She only said, "… I'll take care of this matter. You don't have to worry about it."
She did not say who did it. Instead, Old Master Jiang felt that this person might be related to his family. He felt a headache for a moment. His heart ached as he looked at the girl's exquisite eyebrows.
