Ying Tianhe eventually left with the people of the Ying Family, and Tang Rao, too, prepared to go have a meal with Jiang Hanshuang.
In the middle of the day, I've only had one and a half buns. I'm seriously starving.
"Tang Rao, you stop right there!" However, I hadn't walked a few steps when I heard a shout from behind me.
It was Meng Qinhou.
"What do you want?" Tang Rao looked at Meng Qinhou and asked indifferently.
"Meng Guanglin has been unconscious for five days now. Why hasn't he woken up yet? Did you have a hand in this?" Meng Qinhou's eyes were sharp.
"You need evidence to say things like that. If you don't have any evidence, stop slandering me. I, for one, really dislike being falsely accused," Tang Rao replied with icy eyes and a hint of menace.
Ying Tianhe's expression grew solemn; he couldn't help but take Jiang Hanshuang, who was by Tang Rao's side, seriously.
This woman wasn't someone he, Meng Qinhou, could afford to provoke.
