Chapter 7 (1/2)

”Yep, yesterday afternoon, Miss Jiang...”

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and took a very careful look at Fu Jinhan in the chair.

”Go on.”

With a sense of terror and oppression, the cold came out of the chair quickly. The housekeeper shivered and continued to reply.

”Miss Jiang broke the window of the dressing room yesterday. She seems to want to jump out of the window and run away.”

As the voice fell, the housekeeper felt the oppression from the darkness in vain, which became more shocking.

In the dark, Fu Jin Han's pupils contracted and his whole body was filled with anger visible to the naked eye.

”Oh.”

A faint low laughter rang out, showing the anger of the master, and the great sense of oppression made the housekeeper shiver deeply.

”I see. Step back.”

Hearing that Fu Jinhan spoke again, the housekeeper was relieved and hurried out.

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The next morning.

When Jiang mianmianmian wakes up, he finds himself lying alone on the luxurious big bed. The room is empty and there is no trace of Fu Jinhan.

Jiang mianmianmian rubbed his numb neck, breathed a sigh of relief, barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked to the bathroom.

When passing through the bathroom mirror, the mirror reflects a girl with bloated figure and dull eyes.

Jiang mianmianmian stood in front of the mirror with a smile on his face.

In the last life, she was afraid of Fu Jin Han's approach. Every time Fu Jin Han held her, she felt like she was immersed in a cold pool, and even her bone marrow trembled.