When Dr. Gu asked someone to look through Jiang Qin's phone, Mu Anan deliberately probed, "Now that you mention it, that little princess is really pitiful to be slandered by her best friend."
"Slander?" Jiang Qin had discrimination against that word.
"Isn't it slander?"
"It really isn't." Jiang Qin said, "The photo clearly shows it. And since it was revealed by the little princess's best friend, it must be true. Only best friend will know so clearly."
Hearing Jiang Qin's words, Mu Anan's gaze turned colder.
Her hands, which were tied loosely behind her back, silently clenched into fists so that she could control her urge to punch Jiang Qin's head on the spot.
Jiang Qin didn't notice the emotions of the person next to her. She was looking at the room in the dilapidated factory, which was surrounded by walls and looked cold.
