Xiaolin glanced around the warehouse and began to worry.
Other than two ventilation outlets on the roof, where were there windows in this warehouse?
Moreover, the vents were covered with protective nets; it wasn't so easy to just escape.
"Sister-in-law, what do I do if I can't escape?" Xiaolin anxiously felt sweat forming on his forehead.
If Qin Jian saw An Hao here, he certainly wouldn't suspect any relation between An Hao and Xiaolin, but that might not be the case with others.
What if An Hao claimed she was framed by Xin Ni, who would believe her?
Even if Qin Jian could suppress this matter, making people keep silent,
her reputation would still be ruined, and Qin Jian would be pointed at and unable to lift his head in shame.
Not to mention, it would be even worse for the warrior Xiaolin!
An Hao thought hard and then her eyes lit up— if she wanted to clear the suspicions, it seemed she would have to resort to drastic measures.
