"I want to talk to you about Auntie Jiang."
Liu Fanghui's eyes flickered. "Qingwan has been feeling a bit better lately. If you want to see her, just let Mr. Ling know in advance. There's no need to find me. I'm just a caretaker and not in charge."
"I've already learned about Ling Jinghang's domestic abuse."
Liu Fanghui's face showed shock, but in an instant, she replied, "I don't know what you're talking about. I... I have other things to do, I must go."
With that, she rushed forward, pulling her trolley suitcase in a panic.
Sang Qian followed her, "There's no need to hide anything. Since I've come to you, it's certain that I've already grasped the situation. I know you just bought your son a house and you still have a mortgage of over four hundred thousand to pay off. Ling Jinghang pays you a salary of twenty thousand a month; that's why you're monitoring Auntie Jiang for him."
