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At the press conference.

An Xinran has a flat stomach.

His complexion was as white as wallpaper.

When the reporters saw An Xinran like this, they instantly felt that they had caught some big news.

Thinking back to the statement from Qin Zhihao's studio, the spotlight was shining on An Xinran, and the film was shot as if it was free.

An Xinran was sobbing.

"Qin Haoran is really going too far."

"Just because the baby in my belly will steal his daddy's attention and threaten him, you pushed me!"

An Xinran cried heartbrokenly.

"This is a little life!"

"The baby in my belly also miscarried, and a lot of blood flowed out."

"Woo woo woo, my child..."

An Xinran said this while wiping her tears.

A father pays for his son's debt! She wants Qin Zhihao to marry her to make up for his son's mistakes!

…

School.

When Jiang Xiaomeng saw the news on her phone, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Those bright eyes were filled with astonishment.

"This woman is so shameless!"

Jiang Xiaomeng's mouth is so wide that it can hold a fist.

"How dare she say such a thing!"

Still having miscarriage?

Has she ever been pregnant?

Jiang Xiaomeng clenched her fists in anger. She failed to throw dirty water on Daddy Qin, so she framed Qin Haoran!

This woman must be crazy!

Jiang Xiaomeng put down her phone, stood up immediately, and rushed to the senior department to find Qin Haoran.

She planned to discuss it with Qin Haoran.

As a result, there were already many reporters gathered outside the senior department.

The reporters couldn't wait to question Qin Haoran and ask him how he felt.

"What made you push An Xinran down?"

"Is it true as An Xinran said, that you were worried that the baby in her belly would steal your daddy's love, so you pushed her down and made her have a miscarriage?"

"Are you worried that An Xinran's child will affect your position as heir?"

Those reporters were like wolves that smelled blood, their eyes turning red with anxiety.

Qin Haoran had a cold face.

Keep people at a distance.

But all the students from the senior grade came out and surrounded Qin Haoran.

"Ah, doesn't that mean Qin Haoran is a murderer?"

"Will he be expelled from school?"

"What should Emperor Qin do now? He's dragging us down!"

Qin Haoran pursed his lips.

Although he was standing in the sun, Qin Haoran felt as cold as if it was winter, and everything was frozen into ice.

Those sharp speculations did not take into account the fact that Qin Haoran was just a teenager.

What they wanted more was to get explosive headlines from Qin Haoran!

At the same time, these online reporters had already posted Qin Haoran's photos at school.

"The murderer is still in school!"

“Can such a child still go to school?”

"The real-life war between heirs to wealthy families is even more cruel and cold-blooded than imagined!"

Every word and sentence is shocking.

It's like a sharp knife, piercing people's hearts and making them bleed.

It has also sparked social discussion.

Jiang Xiaomeng, who rushed over, looked at her brother Haoran surrounded by the media and felt angry for some reason.

She broke through the obstruction, rushed over, and stood in front of Qin Haoran!

behind.

The boy's originally cold face, the coldness in his eyes suddenly seemed like the ice breaking in spring, a trickle of stream water flowed through his crystal eyes, and his two thick eyebrows suddenly rippled softly.

Although she was so small, barely reaching Qin Haoran's waist, Jiang Xiaomeng spoke with an unusually firm voice in her soft and tender voice.

"Brother Haoran would never harm anyone. This was all An Xinran's own act!"

"You didn't bother to verify the authenticity of the video, but were so eager to accuse Brother Haoran. Father Qin will definitely send a lawyer's letter to all of you!"

Jiang Xiaomeng had a cold and delicate little face!