Imperial Capital Zhuang Family, in the room, Zhuang Chujiao lay on the bed, her right foot wrapped up like a zongzi.
Whenever she thought of those dozens of hours spent at the police station yesterday, she felt irritable.
She didn't dare to hate Jiang Jingheng, so she blamed all the faults on Mu Yan, surely she was the one who incited Brother Jingheng to act this way.
As soon as she returned home today, the two old codgers at home didn't show her a good face, even her always loving Dad had a look of anger on his face, as if she had committed a terrible crime.
She wanted to get close to Brother Jingheng, and she did have those thoughts, but before she could do anything, she was treated this way.
When catching a thief, you need evidence; they had none and yet were standing up for that bitch unjustly.
She stayed alone in the room, feeling more and more depressed, picking up a century-old pillow to vent her frustration and threw it at the door.
