Geng Yanqiu walked in, "You know about my situation?"
Luo Qiao nodded, "Give me your hand, and I'll take your pulse."
Without making a fuss, Geng Yanqiu placed her arm on the stone table, "I've obtained evidence; my grandfather was so angry that he struck my uncle."
Luo Qiao didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Geng Family and just said, "Don't take such risks with your body anymore. If you go through this a few more times, I'm afraid it will shorten your lifespan."
"That won't happen again. After this incident, I believe they wouldn't dare to lay a finger on me."
"That's good. What do you plan to do next?"
"I've talked it over with the Jing Family and decided that what happened between Jing Mingrui and me never occurred. I won't be obsessively fixated on him anymore. I'm going abroad. Thank you, Luo Qiao."
"When are you leaving?"
