Chapter Forty-Eight: What is your identity?

ouble, so she raised her hand to stop her. But in a moment of panic, a wave of dizziness swept over her, and she fell with a thud.Her forehead slammed heavily against the marble, and in a daze, Xiang...Towards the evening, A-Wan went to the He family's residence in a taxi, her mind restless. Many people had gathered for Zhao Yu's birthday banquet and as soon as she entered, murmurs rippled through the crowd –

"Wasn't A-wei put in jail for attempted murder Is she out now"

"How did someone like her get in here The thought of a murderer being around makes me uneasy."

"How can she be the daughter of a respectable family and dress like this She's truly out of line!"

In the midst of their murmuring and curious glances, A-Wa walked nonchalantly to a corner of the banquet hall and sat down.

There was a man in a suit sitting here as well. When he saw her sit down, he frowned and got up, leaving with a look of disdain on his face.

Where Jiang Qingran was, she felt the air was polluted.

"QIng Ran earnestly advised you, what's your attitude" Jiang Qi Feng walked in front of Xiang Wan, blocking her path, "Or is Qing Ran right Are you angry and ashamed"

The thought of Yi Wan working as a lover for money, gracefully submitting to other men every night, made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Should I get angry and upset, it's not necessary to tell Mr. Jiang, right Besides," Xiangwan sneered, "Even if I slept with someone for money, what does it have to do with Miss Jiang and Mr. Jiang"

Their brother and sister's hands were really long, and it was disgusting enough.

Jiang Qi Feng's throat tightened, it truly had nothing to do with him, and he had no stance to blame her.

"Of course, it concerns me. After all, you were my friend before. If you're short on money, you can tell me, there's no need to sell your body for it." Jiang Qingran's voice rose slightly, speaking with heartfelt sincerity.

Even in the corner of this banquet, there are many people.

Hearing this, many people came over, some in disbelief, some in amazement, some in disgust, and others just to watch the commotion.

"No matter what, she's still a daughter of the family. To actually sell her body for money That can't be true"

"It's still possible that Two years ago, I cut off contact with the home and A-wei."

"She has hands and feet, won't she work if she lacks money"

"Are you kidding me A-wei didn't even pass the college entrance exam, she only got into a second-rate university because her family paid for it. What else can someone like her, an idle rich kid, do besides asking her family for money"

Toward the end clenched her fists tightly, anger surging in her blood, clamoring and roaring. There were wine glasses, plates, and vases on the table beside her; she could easily pick up any of these things and smash them onto Jiang Qingran's head. It wouldn't be a big deal to go to jail.

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Please remember the website where this book is first published: . The mobile version reading URL:for a moment.Meng Lan stood still, and the moment their eyes met, she felt a chill run through her body as if she had been doused with cold water. It was particularly cold.Since the car accident and r...