Mrs. Leng went back to her room with her son, and Karachi went to the kitchen to fetch a new bowl of soothing soup for her wife.

Leng Qianxing wanted to feed his mother medicine, but the other party served the soup bowl by himself.

"You better take care of Lin'er, if it's really injured, you have to heal it well!"

Leng Qianxing nodded.

"That," Leng Qianxing was stopped by Mrs. Leng when he walked to the door. "That An Qin doesn't look lightly injured, have you seen it?"

Leng Qianxing didn't answer, what could he say in front of his mother, who was bent on favoring Yang Lin'er. If her mother really cared, she would have seen An Qin's injuries in her eyes.

The son left, and there was nothing to say about An Qin's injury, but Mrs. Leng could see that he was extremely distressed.

……

Because of Leng Qianxing's cold gaze, Yang Lin'er, who stayed in the room, faintly felt a little uneasy.

Jealousy and hatred made her lose her mind for a while, and she grabbed An Qin and started it, and the slap was really happy, but it also made her forget where she was for a while.

When she saw Leng Qianxing appear on the stairs, she suddenly came to her senses, in order to save the image of a gentle lady, she immediately made a living, and acted in such a play, turning herself who was originally a perpetrator into a victim.

Mrs. Leng's distress and dissatisfaction with An Qin made Yang Lin'er rekindle her hope, and secretly rejoiced in her intelligence and adaptability.

She thought that she had deceived Mrs. Leng and naturally deceived Leng Qianxing, looking forward to that An Qin being accused by Leng Qianxing, and then rolling out of Xingyue Manor in a gloomy manner.

However, the truth is that Leng Qianxing had doubts about everything that happened.

Yes, he doubted it, otherwise he wouldn't have said that her injury was not in a hurry, and he looked at her so coldly.

Don't panic!

Yang Lin'er admonished herself in her heart.

How can it be said that she has also had a friendship with the Leng family for many years, and this relationship is not comparable to An Qin who suddenly appeared, even if the lie is recognized, Leng Qianxing will understand.

"Miss Yang," Abu interrupted Yang Lin'er's thoughts, "Young Master, please!" ”

"Where are you going?" Yang Lin'er thought that Leng Qianxing would come back, so she poked out the door, but she didn't see him.

"He's waiting for you downstairs, please come with me." Abu made a gesture and led the way.

"My feet hurt, can he come to the room?" Yang Lin'er deliberately rubbed her right ankle, and her willow eyebrows were deeply locked.

"Miss Yang's feet are fine, if she feels pain, she should go down to the ground and move her muscles and bones, and it will get better soon." Abu's implication was that she had to go downstairs to see the young master.

Yang Lin'er knew Leng Qianxing's temper, and said yes, he asked her to go downstairs to see her, even if she really broke her leg, she had to go downstairs if she let people carry her.

Helplessly, Yang Lin'er followed Abu downstairs, and did not forget to hold on to the wall and continue to pretend to be injured.

Abu led her to the first floor, then continued down the hallway deeper to the west.

The further she walked in, the tighter Yang Lin'er's heartstrings became, and when the door of the monitoring room jumped into her eyes, her heartbeat sped up, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

Leng Qianxing is waiting for her in the monitoring room?

That means that he has verified what happened to Fang Cai.

There are no cameras in the staircase.

The door was opened by Abu, and there were no lights on in the monitoring room, but the TV screen was bright enough for her to see inside. Leng Qianxing sat in front of the monitoring desk, the wall opposite the door was neatly arranged with surveillance TVs, and the large-screen TV in the middle was replaying the picture of her fighting against An Qin in the staircase.

Yang Lin'er stood outside the door, as if she had been caught by the police on the spot, her legs trembling.