"Jin Mo wouldn't deceive anyone," Chi Ran said lightly, gently patting Jin Mo's back as a silent comfort.
"Are you implying that I am the liar? Do I need to pick a quarrel with a fallen heiress?" Jiang Wei roared loudly, her eyes fierce with anger.
A fallen heiress? And with the surname Jin?
In an instant, everyone understood who this woman was—Jin Donglai's only daughter. In the past, her status was far nobler than Jiang Wei's, such that even if she committed violence in public, no one would dare to utter a word.
But now, Jin Mo, without Jin Donglai's backing, had lost that privilege.
Jin Mo's gaze flicked towards Tang Yan. Regarding the matter with Liu Wei, he had the greatest authority to speak. As long as he spoke up for her, she might be able to find Liu Wei's whereabouts.
Tang Yan felt her intense gaze and his lips curled with mockery. It seemed she only remembered to turn to him now, but she had clearly wanted to keep away from any association with him before.
