Several minutes later.
An Ning got out of the car and walked into the An Family villa.
Some accounts really had to be settled.
As soon as she entered, she saw Zhou Shiran and An Jiancheng, who "dared to be angry but did not dare to speak," and Xu Junjie, with a bandaged arm and a face full of guilt.
An Ning asked with a cold face, "Did Mr. An ask me to come back for something?"
With eyes red from crying, Zhou Shiran approached An Ning, pleading tearfully, "An Ning, I admit we were wrong about what happened yesterday. We shouldn't have insisted on you donating blood without understanding the situation. Xueqi was really too willful, and we didn't expect her to tell such a huge lie just to get Junjie's attention."
"You didn't know? Zhou Shiran, don't pretend to be innocent. This whole thing was a plot hatched by you and your daughter to send me to my death, are you still trying to deny it?" An Ning pushed away the hand that reached for her.
