Gu Minghui rubbed his face weakly, and then took a deep breath, as if he wanted to draw a trace of the undissipated smell of blood that made him fight against his mother and the courage that he had followed for decades of filial piety.

His expression was calm, and his eyes were deep as he pointed to the pool of blood on the ground.

"Mom, can you tell me what's going on?" Chang Jingman looked at his hand, his face changed slightly.

But it's only a matter of moments. In the blink of an eye, she looked frightened and aggrieved.

"That's the blood stain left by the wound on her shoulder that she was going to do to me, and we tore it, or do you think that an old woman of mine can hold out under her until you come?"

"What about knives? How do you explain that? Chang Jingman's eyes wandered,

"Knives? What knife? "Gu Minghui is really enough. Are you really treating him for a blind man or a fool?

"It's this bloodstained knife." Gu Minghui handed the knife he had picked up by the wall just now to Chang Jingman.

"Whose blood is on this knife?" As soon as Chang Jingman wanted to speak, Gu Minghui cut off her words.

"I've seen a doctor check it out, Mom, you don't have any wounds on your body."

"......" Chang Jingman was silent for a moment, and then shouted,

"Yes, the blood on it belongs to the dead girl. This is self-defense, if she hadn't pounced on me viciously, how could I have done it to her? Gu Minghui smiled bitterly,

"Mom? Are you still lying? ”

"Minghui, you don't even believe your mother? You call me a lie? You're my own son! Chang Jingman looked at Gu Minghui with a sad face, as if his words had broken her heart.

"Don't you?" The cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded, like snow falling in winter, bringing the chill of the room.

The people in the room looked up at the door. The man who came slowly was tall and slender, his perfect and delicate facial features were cold and picturesque, his eyes were calm like an ancient deep well, dark and deep, and he was only wearing a simple shirt and black pants, all of which he wore with extraordinary dignity and amazement.

The cold and alienated are like the moon on a cold night, and the noble dust is like snow falling on the clouds. The person who came was Ji Ruchen! Gu Minghui excitedly stepped forward to ask about Gu Jiuli's situation.

"Ah Chen, Xiao Jiu...... How is she now? Are you okay? ...... Is the injury serious? Ji Ruchen took a step back, and his cold gaze fell on Gu Minghui's body.

"Mr. Gu, how is she? Isn't it clear to you? "A bang

"Mr. Gu" instantly pulled back Gu Minghui's reason. He was able to stop, his face full of scorn. When they met for the first time, Ji Ruchen put down his identity for Gu Jiuli, restrained his arrogance and dignity, and put himself in the role of a junior.

Although it can't be said to be friendly and warm, it is always courteous. As for the one that outsiders evaluated

The young president of "cold and high, cloud Gaoyang" doesn't seem to be him. But now he has no restraint in front of him, and the dignity and arrogance of the children of the family are on full display.

A heavenly moat that piled up wealth and power suddenly crossed between the two, making him clearly realize that this person was not his son-in-law now, but Ji Shao, who everyone in the imperial capital feared!

“...... Ji Shao, could you please tell me how Xiao Jiu is doing now? I..... Worried about her, I ......"

"She doesn't need to." Ji Ruchen coldly interrupted Gu Minghui's words. Then he set his eyes on Chang Jingman,

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