"This isn't a case of double murder! Isn't Li Xian still alive? Oh no, oh no! An Ziqing, you're in big trouble! Even if I stabbed you twice right now, it wouldn't be enough! Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you can't clear your name!"
"No, Ling Chuan will definitely find out the truth!" An Ziqing believed in him.
"Domestic matters are hard for even a wise judge to resolve! This is plain as day! Li Xian was with you, her child is gone, but you're fine! She fell from the cliff, and you didn't! Plus, everyone knows you like Young Master Ling! It's normal to turn love into hate!"
If even Jiajia thinks that, what would Ling Chuan think?
An Ziqing was really uncertain.
"He will believe me, he will." An Ziqing could only murmur to herself repeatedly.
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In the hospital, Li Xian cried like a weeping willow in the rain, ceaselessly accusing: "My child was killed! My poor child... my child... wasn't even born yet..."
