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Qin Jingzhi stepped forward, his gaze briefly sweeping over Zhao Qianshan.
Zhao Qianshan said grievously, "Just now, I was accused of being a thief. These clothes and shoes I'm wearing were clearly gifts from you, but Lu Mianmian said I stole them. I only wanted an apology from her, but she kept on slandering me!"
Qin Jingzhi's gaze turned to Lu Mianmian, "You said she's a thief?"
That look, icy and chilling, carried the pressure of someone superior. The air seemed to congeal, making Lu Mianmian's spine suddenly break out in cold sweat.
Was this man J? The J that Ren Chuqing had always supported? Even when Ren Chuqing scrimped and saved, considered a fool by others, she still kept on supporting him.
But the man before her kept hurting Ren Chuqing.
Ren Chuqing didn't want to confirm whether Qin Jingzhi was indeed J. Perhaps because her disappointment in Qin Jingzhi had reached its limit?
"So what if I did?" Lu Mianmian admitted outright.
