Only then could she avoid the disaster of going to jail.
Even if she could not avoid it, at least they would be able to find a way to make her life a little more comfortable as much as possible.
But if the Xia family was done for, who would do all these things for her?
Who could she still rely on?
Before she did all these things, did she not use her brains to think?
Cen Mengqing was so enraged that she pounded hard on her own chest. She felt as if her breath was weighing it down, unable to get out no matter how she pounded.
At this moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded, scaring Cen Mengqing.
She clutched her chest and turned to look, then saw the door being pushed open and slamming hard against the wall.
Xia Zhancheng took big steps in, his face extremely pale from anger.
Cen Mengqing stood up nervously. "Zhancheng…"
Her voice was very unsteady.
