Qin Jiaran cried harder and harder, leaning against Zhou Ronghao.
He seemed to be seriously injured, clutching his waist constantly, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain, "I didn't expect you to find out so quickly."
Qin Jiaran was full of panic. She hadn't anticipated this scene at all. If she had known Fu Lingfeng would follow today, she definitely wouldn't have come to meet Zhou Ronghao.
She calmed down for a moment, let go of Zhou Ronghao's hand, and walked towards Fu Lingfeng, holding his hand, "Lingfeng, let me explain..."
But the man pushed her away, showing no intention of listening to her explanation.
He took a step forward, walking towards Zhou Ronghao.
Qin Jiaran leaned in again, hoarsely asking, "Was it Gu Nanqiao who told you? She did tell you, didn't she?"
Fu Lingfeng paused, and after realizing what she meant, a trace of cold mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Ronghao wiped his face, his palm was full of bright red blood.
