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"If this matter is known to the Qiao family, it is likely that the relationship between the two has broken down. Now the Xu family is much worse than before, and many things still need to rely on the Qiao family..."

"She knows, what can she do?" Han Ruchu didn't wait for the housekeeper to finish talking, and then interrupted her directly, and said, "If she has evidence, how could the Qiao family come to me tonight?" It was her birthday! She just responded to me because she had no evidence! But it was really terrible. What a good birthday, she was so devastated that she fell off the stairs and didn’t give her Fell to death..."

Before Han Ruchu's words were finished, the door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open.

The two were startled at the same time, and then turned their heads to see Xu Jiamu standing at the door with a glass of water, his expression low and dignified.

Han Ruchu and the housekeeper glanced at each other with a little panic in their eyes. Han Ruchu's first **** returned, with a smile, and said softly, "Jiamu, why are you up?"

Xu Jiamu didn't say anything, and the man stood still at the door without moving. His eyes were just staring straight at Han Ruchu's eyes.

Han Ruchu was frightened by Xu Jiamu, she stood there for a while, and then walked to Xu Jiamu in stride. She stretched out her hand and wanted to grab Xu Jiamu's hand. Still fixed on her face, the voice was very low, but with a bit of suppressed anger: "Just what you said is true?"

Han Ruchu knew from his son’s words that his son heard the conversation between him and Aunt Yun, but she was not sure how much Xu Jiamu had heard, so she extended her hand again: "Jiamu, you listen to my mother say ..."

"I just want to know, did all of what you just said be true?" Xu Jiamu seemed afraid that Joan downstairs would hear it, and the tone was very low, but it was just like that, and people looked more angry and horrified. : "The reason why Qiao Qiao fell off the stairs was done by you?"

Hearing this sentence, Han Ruchu secretly let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he only heard half of it... "Jiamu, my mother had no way to do that at first."

"So, you mean, did you really do that?" Xu Jiamu asked again and again, and then turned his gaze to the side of the helpless butler: "And you... you two Together... you really do!"

Xu Jiamu slammed the glass in his hand abruptly on the ground, the glass shards splashed, and the water splashed on the floor. Xu Jiamu nodded and chuckled.

That kind of laughter made Han Ruchu, who always loved his son, afraid of it. She subconsciously grabbed Xu Jiamu's arm: "Mom knows that it is wrong. Mom explained to you that the matter is not what you want, son..."

"Do you have to wait until Qiao Qiao fell to death, the thing is what I think!" Xu Jiamu responded fiercely, then turned around, stepped on the steps, and went downstairs angrily.

"Jiamu, Jiamu!" Han Ruchu shouted Xu Jiamu's name in a panic, and then the man chased after him, because she walked a little anxiously, and she squatted suddenly when she accidentally reached her ankle. On the ground, a cry was made.