Qin Jianxi called Jiang Nuan, and she only picked up after a while.
"Hello, Xixi?" Jiang Nuan's voice was very hoarse. She had been angry with this matter for the past few days.
She was in a constant state of anxiety. She didn't know how those people did it. They actually wiped away all their traces.
If there was no valid evidence to reverse this matter, then her life would probably be ruined.
She couldn't accept it.
Clearly, she did not plagiarize. Those people stole her things to frame her, but now there was nothing she could do.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I haven't been around for the past few days. I just saw it. How about this? Send me your address and I'll go over."
Jiang Nuan was slightly stunned when she heard this, but she was immediately touched. However, considering that Qin Jianxi's legs were inconvenient, she rejected it. She said, "Forget it, Xixi. Don't get involved in this matter. I can handle it myself."
