However, Jiang Yue had done many things to her. She had brought this upon herself. It had nothing to do with anyone else.
A pitiful person must have something hateful about her.
Gu Zhou looked at Jiang Yue as if he was looking at a dead person. There was no warmth in his eyes.
The people around them looked at Jiang Yue with complicated expressions.
Jiang Yue was a fool. Even if she threw the perfume bottle into the bushes now, would it disappear from this world?
The answer was no.
Even if the perfume bottle was broken, if it was really filled with sulfuric acid, the corrosive soil would definitely leave traces.
Qiao Nian glanced at Jiang Yue and walked towards the perfume bottle.
The soil in the garden was looser, and the perfume bottle had not broken after being thrown in.
