Zhang Juan took it and examined it, praising incessantly, "What a great piece. Jingyu, put it on immediately. With this necklace, when Junyue sees it, he won't have any doubts."
Su Ningyan already knew their intentions. Su Jingyu must regret it.
But, her uncle belongs to her, she doesn't want anyone else to touch him.
"Su Jingyu, give that back to me, it's not yours."
She wanted to stand, but her body was weak, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand and snatch back the necklace.
Zhang Juan slapped her again with a crisp sound, "Shut up, what do you mean by yours? If you keep on talking, I'll throw you directly into the morgue's freezer."
Su Ningyan felt a tremor in her heart when she heard what Zhang Juan said.
She looked around and realized they had brought her to the hospital's morgue.
Following that, Zhang Juan immediately stripped off her dress, "Jingyu, quick, put it on. The Zhuo family will be here soon."
