Fake daughters are wealthy

Chapter 174: I owe him another favor

#One steel pipe incident#

#Liang Heng came out to apologize#

#It turns out that there is really an open life#

#Qiao Nian Video#

Qiao Nian paused slightly with her fingertips.

She stared at the dimly lit notebook with her long and narrow eyes, and searched for the video they were talking about.

You can tell what's going on at a glance.

Someone released the school surveillance video of Zhao Jingwei sneaking up to the top floor and cutting the steel pipe rope.

The released video has also been specially processed, which clearly captured Zhao Jingwei's proud and distorted expression when she cut the rope!

There was even a picture of the steel pipe falling from the sixth floor and almost hitting Shen Qingqing.

In the video, the steel pipes falling on the concrete floor directly smashed a hole in the ground.

It can be seen how critical the situation was at that time.

She didn't read any of these bullet screens.

His eyes automatically fell on the remaining two videos.

The release time of these three videos is an hour apart, and it is obvious that someone specially arranged them.

Except for the video of Zhao Jingwei cutting the steel pipe rope.

She also saw two side-by-side videos.

One is a very blurry video of her jumping into the river to save someone captured by the bridgeside surveillance.

The other one is actually a video of her performing surgery on Uncle Chen in the city hospital!

She knows that the operating rooms of regular hospitals have surveillance cameras to record doctors' operations.

There are videos that can at least prove that the doctor did not make any mistakes or improper procedures during the operation.

When there is a medical trouble, it can be taken out to prove to the medical staff.

But she didn't expect that both videos were posted online.

The video of her surgery in the hospital should have just been uploaded not long ago, and she has already seen that someone left a message to speak for her.

Qiao Nian dispelled even the last bit of doubt.

This handwriting.

This kind of brutal face-slapping method.

A penny-pinching personality.

She couldn't think of anyone but someone.

She sat cross-legged on the chair, feeling heavy and hot in her heart.

The little guy gave her a heart of encouragement, and someone came forward to help her settle the flood of abuse on the Internet.

So, she owed him another favor?

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