Jiang Shuyan was wearing a black cotton outfit at that moment, while Jiang Zhaolin's pupils quivered slightly. As a man, how could he remember what his daughter wore every day? But today, as they were heading to pay respects at a grave, he remembered that in the morning, Jiang Shuyan indeed had worn a woolen garment.
At the time, his wife had advised her, noting that the mountain was cold and suggesting she change into a down jacket. The girl, loving beauty, stubbornly did not listen.
If Tang Wan had not seen Jiang Shuyan, how would she know about this?
She suddenly smiled, "My nail broke, there might still be my bloodstain on your clothes. If you deny it outright, wait until I call the police, and after they search, one test will reveal everything..."
Jiang Shuyan's body trembled like a sieve, and Tang Wan's gaze at that moment, falling into the depths of her eyes, was like a ghost coming to claim souls...
