"Qin Su, are you out of your mind?"
At some point, someone cursed her viciously from behind.
"You don't know, do you? Boss Nan is rich, powerful, young, and promising. What makes you think he hurt you with a knife? Do you have any evidence?"
Just because she says the murderer is Nan Qiaosheng, does that mean she is Nan Qiaosheng?
Doesn't she realize how much time has passed? If she really knew who the murderer was, she would have reported it to the police long ago. How can she say she doesn't know?
The speaker was Aunt Wang, who lived downstairs. Aunt Wang was a relative of Qin Su's husband's family. Usually, she couldn't stand Qin Su dressing up so extravagantly and flirting with this person and that person.
Every time he finds the right opportunity, he shuts the other person up so they can't say a word.
Qin Su was so angry that she almost rolled up her sleeves and went to fight Aunt Wang.
...
Words alone are not enough; she still had no evidence to prove that the other party was the one who hurt her.
Qin Su had been rebuffed at Bai Xiaoyu's house, and her face turned purple with anger as soon as she stepped outside.
Damn it, is this really the person?!
If she were mistaken, there would be no reason for her to have an impression of a stranger.
The crowd quickly dispersed, and Qin Su picked up the bags and packages from the ground. The once exquisite gift bags were now dirty from being trampled on.
She glanced at it, and her mood worsened.
"Bang!"
Not long after, a loud bang came from the wooden door next door being slammed shut.
Rong Chang raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with amusement.
I reached out and gently closed the wooden door.
Turning back, she glanced at Nan Qiaosheng and asked meaningfully, "Don't you like her?"
"..."
"Nan Qiaosheng?"
When she spoke again, Nan Qiaosheng raised her head.
His dark, bright eyes held a cold aura. He glanced at her, then calmly looked away. "Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I have to like her."
No problem.
"You hate her?" Rong Shang walked over and stopped in front of the man. He didn't look at her, but she stared intently at his face. "Nan Qiaosheng, did you know Qin Su before?"
We're all smart people; we all know what this means.
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that some people like to play dumb.
"What are you talking about?" the man said coldly. "I don't know her, and I don't dislike her."
I feel nothing.
What profound feelings can he have about a stranger?
"Yeah?"
Continue installing.
Nan Qiaosheng's Adam's apple bobbed as she picked up a relatively new glass from the small square table and poured herself a glass of water.
Just as he was about to bring it to his lips, the girl next to him spoke up, reminding him, "This is my cup."
"..."
They ignored it without any pause.
Nan Qiaosheng brought the drink to her lips and took a few sips.
He then put it down and looked up.
"It's getting late, I should head back now."
After speaking, the man abruptly stood up.
A faint shadow fell on Rong Shang. She didn't say a word, but stretched out her hand to stop him.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"..."
Her eyes flickered, and Rong Chang's indifferent gaze slowly moved upwards, stopping when it reached his exquisite face.
"Or do you think I have absolutely nothing to do with you, and you don't need to explain so much to me?"
With a smile, Rong Chang stepped forward slowly under the other person's deep gaze.
She said a name with each step she took.
Cheng San.
Grandpa Wang.
Qin Su.
Although the latter is still alive.
What they had in common was that both the original owner's mother and Qin Su had seen him, but they had both forgotten him.
"Nan Qiaosheng, what is your purpose in coming here?"
"Rich and powerful, young and promising..."
She borrowed what Aunt Wang had just said.
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