Xiao Zhenting left behind was a person who stood on the spot with a stupefied expression.
He couldn' t reflect it, and he even felt that what had just happened was too inconceivable.
After getting into the carriage, Feng Yunge fingers were still cold. Those sadness would never be forgotten, and Xiao Zhenting old words were repeated. As long as she felt even more pain and sorrow.
The wound that had already healed was forcefully torn open, bloody.
"Yun Ge, since you' re back, you can investigate Mo Siqing. You said she killed Feng Yurou. We need to find evidence to prove it to Xiao Zhenting!" Mei Jiao gritted his teeth as he spoke.
She must prove Feng Yunge innocence.
Just to fight for this breath.
Just to slap Xiao Zhenting face.
Just to make Xiao Zhenting regret it.
Feng Yunge nod
