I looked at the two of them and smiled. "The more I say, the more mistakes I'll make. Jing Ning is trying his best to clear up Ye Qian's name. Perhaps that is our opening?"
Their eyes lit up.
We smiled knowingly.
Nanyang had written a lot in her journal, but it was not that useful. The amount of verifiable information was pitiable. It was like Auntie Lan said, she was a chess piece when she was alive and a tool when she was dead. I couldn't even feel sorry for her.
I called Su Qian to arrange for people to protect the child at the hospital. I also contacted my spy in the Jing Family to pay attention to how they were going to handle the child. That was all I could do. The girl was born with this fate.
Then, I focused on another thing that Nanyang brought up, the kidnapping. It was possible that Nanyang created a whole false story because she was angry at Jing Ning.
