Jiang Wanling's words left everyone in the study room stunned.
No one would have imagined that Jiang Wanling hadn't attempted suicide in the first place.
And because Jiang Wanling had nearly died and lost her memory, no one investigated the matter, so naturally, no traces were left behind.
He Zhiyao stood up, and Xu Ji timely supported the staggering Jiang Wanling, "Aunt Jiang, your health can't handle emotional stress, let's talk about this slowly after we go back."
Jiang Wanling clutched Xu Ji's arm and leaned on him, barely managing to nod her head.
Song Huaizhi, concerned by her state, stepped forward wanting to pull her over, but Jiang Wanling said coldly, "Don't touch me."
"Wanwan?" Song Huaizhi looked at her with worry.
Jiang Wanling closed her eyes briefly, "Let's talk about our matters after I've calmed down, I don't want to see you right now."
