Brutal

Jiang Qian looked at Jiang Xia in the newspaper. After hearing Wen Wan's questioning, he raised his head to look at her. "If nothing happened to the other party, then that proves they didn't break any laws or regulations, and we misunderstood them. Of course, it could also be that there wasn't enough evidence, and the Relevant Departments are still continuing to look for evidence. But after hearing what you said, I reported it on the first day of the Canton Fair, and nearly a month has already passed."

He paused there and said no more.

Wen Wan understood the unspoken rest: the evidence wasn't sufficient to convict Jiang Xia.

She had known it would turn out this way, so she couldn't really say she was disappointed.

She was used to it.

To put it bluntly, Jiang Xia had been blessed with good fortune and good luck.

There was nothing Wen Wan could do to change those things. They were innate—she simply hadn't been born with them. What could she do?

Jiang Qian felt that they had misunderstood the other party. He wanted to say something, but then he saw that Wen Wan's face had gone a little pale.

In the biting wind, her clothes were thin, and she looked indescribably delicate and pitiful.

His heart softened, and he said nothing more. He took her hand, only to find it ice-cold. "Why are your hands so cold? Have you eaten breakfast? I'll take you to get some. Wait here for me!"

Zhang Rui raised his camera from the shadows and captured the scene.

Jiang Qian noticed the sharp click and instinctively looked over.

He saw Zhang Rui point his camera at the bird's nest in the tree before the dormitory building and click again.

He assumed Zhang Rui was from