This text message from Qin Wenrou is full of provocation.
She was sure that Qin Xin would be unable to resist asking about the whereabouts of the blood. This was her long-prepared move, and she finally decided to use it.
But who would have thought.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
She waited for two whole class periods to finish.
Qin Xin didn't reply with even a single word.
Qin Wenrou couldn't sit still.
What's going on? Isn't Qin Xin curious about where her blood went?
Qin Wenrou pondered, this secret was not easy for her to uncover.
She had been frantically looking for something that would cause Qin Xin pain.
Selling blood was something Mrs. Qin had accidentally revealed when she was drunk.
But at first, she couldn't find any evidence that the Qin Family sold Qin Xin's blood. There was no record at the hospital, and Mrs. Qin wouldn't reveal another word.
