Zhou Shiran was alarmed, struggling to maintain her composure. "What evidence do you have, how can you spout nonsense like this?"
"Hehe..." An Ning laughed with a calm and collected demeanor, as if she had already grasped all the evidence she needed, enough to turn the tables at will. "Do you think I would dare to talk nonsense without any evidence?"
Zhou Shiran clenched the phone. "What evidence do you actually have?"
"Zhou Shiran registered to marry at the age of 21, underwent two abortion surgeries in the same year, and ended her first marriage six months later," An Ning recounted calmly.
Her voice was faint, but each word struck deeply into Zhou Shiran's heart, causing her to shudder with fear. "You... you..."
