An Yin almost vomited in disgust.

Yan Xinyue told this outrageous lie, even if she was pretending to be affectionate and pitiful to fight Qin Jian's pity, she didn't forget to step on her, and reminded everyone in public that her Anyin was a broken shoe kicked out of the house by Wang Wenyu.

And Yan Xinyue couldn't bear to look at her broken shoes homeless and living on the streets, so she had to stand up and admit that she was the woman who was picked up by Qin Jian in the cellar that night.

If An Yin didn't want to poke out the matter of sleeping with Qin Jian, she really wanted to step forward and slap Yan Xinyue and scold her - shameless!

Qin Jian's eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to peel off the layers of people, and the thoughts in his heart became nowhere to hide in front of him.

Yan Xinyue was afraid that Qin Jian would see through his lies, so she didn't dare to look at Qin Jian's eyes anymore, and slowly lowered her head, becoming more and more pitiful and pitiful that she had been wronged but was slaughtered by others.

Qin Jian was silent, looked at Yan Xinyue for a long time, and turned to leave.

Uncle Fu and Li Yang followed, and Qin Jian turned his head and asked Uncle Fu, "What's her name?" ”

"Yan Xinyue." Uncle Fu said.

Qin Jian didn't say anything more.

Yan Xinyue watched Qin Jian's back disappear in front of him, not knowing what the situation was now, and he didn't know what kind of shortcomings he was going to face next, his face turned white in an instant.

Everyone present finally came to life, looking at Yan Xinyue with different expressions.

Contempt, envy, and more often than not, schadenfreude.

Yan Xinyue clenched her fists with both hands, turned her head to look at An Yin, and saw that An Yin was still looking at the direction Qin Jian had left, and gritted her teeth with hatred.

An Yin couldn't understand what medicine was sold in Qin Jian's gourd, if he didn't believe Yan Xinyue's words, why didn't he expose it on the spot, if he believed it, he just left.

Feeling that Yan Xinyue was looking at her, she withdrew her gaze, turned her head to meet Yan Xinyue's hateful gaze, and frowned.

Just when everyone didn't know what would happen next, Yan Yongchao, the Qin family's private doctor, carried a box and led two nurses to walk quickly.

Another person surrounded the stone table in front of him with a white cloth.

Zhai Jing shouted, "Yan Xinyue, come here." ”

Yan Xinyue hurriedly walked to the front of the crowd.

"You said that you are the person that the third young master is looking for, but there is no evidence, so we have to do some necessary checks to prove that you are that person."

Yan Xinyue didn't expect to check in public.

She pretended to be that woman, and she didn't think about asking for face, but at this time, she was still humiliated and embarrassed.

"The third young master is the only bloodline of the Qin family, his affairs must be clear, he can't be sloppy, and he can't take advantage of some people, so I hope you can understand." Zhai Jing's words were very clear, the Qin family did this not to give people the opportunity to fake.

"I understand." Yan Xinyue gritted her teeth and walked behind the white cloth.

After a while, the doctor came out of it with a look of confusion on his face.

"Doctor Yan, how's the situation?" Zhai Jing asked.

"*** was torn in the last few days, but ......"

"But what?"

"Something isn't quite right with the wound healing."

"What's wrong?"

"The wound healing situation and the time of the third young master's illness seem to be a little inconsistent."

Yan Xinyue was behind the white cloth curtain, and when she heard Yan Yongchao's words, her heart was pounding.

"So, not her?"

"Not necessarily, everyone's physique is different, and the wound healing will be different."

Zhai Jing nodded, "Then let's do a further examination?" ”