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As Ji Mingzhen spoke, she extended his wrist. Jiang Jia Han glanced at him and saw the bruises on his wrist. He had only half a doubt about Ji Mingzhen's words, but now that Ji Mingzhen had brought out the key evidence and combined it with the wronged look on her face, Jiang Jia Han could barely believe half of what Ji Mingzhen had just said.

Tightly pursing his lips, Jiang Jia Han actually felt a bit guilty towards Ji Ming, but he didn't know that Ji Mingzhen's wrist was a cyan purple color which was brought into the room by him. If Jiang Jia Han knew, then it wouldn't be guilt, but rather he immediately went to break off the engagement with this lying woman.

His lips moving unnaturally, Jiang Jia seemed to want to say something, but after pausing for a second, he still didn't say anything, picked up the suit jacket on the ground and walked out with big steps.

He rubbed his clothes on the floor all night long and still smelled a lot of alcohol, the moment he walked out of the door, he couldn't stand the cold anymore. There was a trash can in the hallway, so he casually threw it in, wearing only a shirt and not a tie, and with two buttons unbuttoned on his chest, he looked very wild and unruly.

Jiang Jia walked with big steps, looking straight ahead, found his car and left quickly.

The Xu Family.

After a simple cleaning up, An Ning walked over to the desk with a cup of milk that she had been hoping would be delivered just now.

The breath light in her hand quietly flickered, reminding An Ning to pay attention to receiving messages. With a frown, An Ning was puzzled for a moment. Who would send her a message at this time? Was it a cold?

Unfortunately, An Ning had only guessed half of the message. The message did indeed contain a hint of coldness, but he was naked as she was entangled with another woman, Ji Mingzhen. An Ning's hands went soft, and the milk cup suddenly fell to the ground, producing a loud sound of glass shattering.

Transparent glass and milky milk splattered everywhere. An Ning was wearing slippers, revealing her slender pale ankles. At this moment, they had been cut open by the splashing glass. Fresh red blood mixed with the milk flowed down, creating a shocking sight.

However, it was as if An Ning didn't feel any pain at all. The two people in the photo were kissing passionately with their eyes closed, causing people to feel their faces and ears redden. Even though their hearts were clearly aching, An Ning was still masochically staring at the photo, unwilling to close it.

As she swiped backwards, the picture behind her became even more exposed. An Ning's hand shook violently, and it was unknown if it was because something in front of her blurred her vision or because her hand was shaking too much. An Ning was already unable to clearly see the screen, but she could only stand there blankly, her eyes red as she stared at the screen of her phone.

Xu Qing didn't want to be lazy, so she followed him out of the house, leaving only Mother Wu and An Ning behind. Hearing the commotion, Mother Wu came up wiping her hands.

The wounds on An Ning's ankle were not short. Coupled with the fact that her body was not too good, it caused the blood to clot rather slowly. At this moment, the bright red blood had already dyed the surface of An Ning's feet red.