After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

The man's words made Lao Luo couldn't help but shed beads of sweat on his forehead.

He wiped away his sweat and glanced at Mo Beixiao awkwardly: "I...I am familiar with the people in the hospital...so..."

"How mature?"

Mo Beixiao glanced at him coldly: "Are you familiar enough to tell you the traces of hospitalization that I specially erased?"

The man sneered: "Then tell me, who is this acquaintance who would risk being fired to tell you such a thing?"

Lao Luo instantly turned pale and stopped talking.

Jiang Yian bit the bun and turned to look at Lao Luo with some confusion: "Uncle Luo, what's going on?"

Even if Mo Beixiao said this, she didn't think Lao Luo had any ill intentions towards her.

A taxi driver who immediately dropped her off near the police car because he guessed she was rescuing someone when they met her probably didn't have any bad intentions.

Moreover, he was very frank with her right after he entered the house.

He even showed her all the chat records between him and Luo Yan without reservation.

She really couldn't imagine that Lao Luo had any plans.

Lao Luo stood there, beads of sweat on his face forming lines, sliding down his face and getting into his collar.

After a while, he closed his eyes and took a long breath: "Mr. Mo is right. I really don't have any acquaintances who can help me, and I don't have that much magical power."

"Even... I only saw the news about Miss Jiang after others told me."

As he spoke, he took out a note and handed it to Jiang Yi'an: "This is the note someone stuffed under our door yesterday."

"In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door. I went to open the door, but I didn't see anyone. I only saw this note."

Jiang Yi'an frowned, put down the bun in his hand, and opened the note.

The handwriting on the note was very graceful, and it looked like it was written by a woman.

Written above is the hospital and room number where Jiang Yian is located.

Under the room number, there is also a line: [Your daughter was framed and slandered by Jiang Yian. She has her fault and her debtor. If you want to reverse your daughter's case and let her out, go to the media and make trouble with Jiang Yian. ! 】

Looking at the note, Jiang Yi'an frowned.

The writing on this...

She recognized it.

While investigating the Jiang family, she saw the content of Jiang Sinuo's calligraphy competition when he was in junior high school.

She once won a prize for her beautiful calligraphy.

Even when Jiang Sinuo officially announced the second female lead in the TV series "The Hate" a few days ago, she mentioned this honor she had received in junior high school and said that she was once a talented calligraphy girl.

Now, this calligraphy genius girl's calligraphy actually appeared at the door of Lao Luo's house.

Looking at the content on the note, Jiang Yi'an couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Sinuo really tried to kill her and wanted to take advantage of her illness to take her life.

Because of Qin Hanshuang's video, netizens have searched all of Jiang Yi'an's information and kept scolding her online for being a mistress and destroying other people's families.

If the news comes out again at this time that Jiang Yian has a daughter, her daughter was kidnapped, and Luo Yan, a young star, is framed as the culprit...

Netizens will not distinguish whether these things are true or false. They will just follow the trend and insult her everywhere and put all the unpleasant words on her.

At that time, if she wanted to calm down the turmoil, she would not only have to clarify that she had nothing to do with Mo Beixiao, but also distance herself from the relationship between Mianmian's kidnapping and Luo Yan.

But if Luo Yan is acquitted, Jiang Sinuo, who bribed Luo Yan behind his back to contact the gang leader, will never be found out.

Jiang Sinuo's layout idea is indeed very good.

But what she didn't expect was that when Jiang Yi'an took a taxi yesterday afternoon, she had already met Luo Yan's father, Lao Luo.

So Lao Luo did not follow her instructions to find reporters, but chose to believe Jiang Yi'an, came to Jiang Yi'an immediately, and told Jiang Yi'an what he knew without reservation.

Except the origin of this note.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yian raised his eyes and glanced at Lao Luo: "Thank you."

Lao Luo knew that when Jiang Yi'an said thank you, he meant that he didn't really bring reporters to Jiang Yi'an's ward to cause trouble.

He scratched his head and smiled honestly: "The extra hundred yuan tip that Miss Jiang gave me yesterday made me feel that you are not a bad person."

Jiang Yi'an sighed.

Just because she gave her an extra tip of more than 100 yuan, the taxi driver in front of her dared to show her all the chat records between herself and her daughter, showing no defense against her.

This trust moved her inexplicably.

The woman took a deep breath, raised her eyes and glanced at Mo Beixiao, wanting to hand the note to him: "You can also read it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Luo quickly took the note and handed it to Mo Beixiao.

The man frowned and glanced at the words above, then narrowed his eyes at Jiang Yi'an: "Do you recognize this word?"

"Jiang Sinuo's."

Jiang Yi'an looked at him: "Do you still think you shouldn't send someone to protect Uncle Luo and his wife?"

Mo Beixiao was silent for a moment: "I will make arrangements later."

"Thank you."

After thanking him sincerely, Jiang Yi'an put all the empty tableware back into the thermos bucket, leaving only two buns in plastic bags: "You can go back, I will give them to Grandpa Mo Send him a message to tell him you are here."

After saying that, she glanced at Lao Luo with a smile: "Pass it to him for me."

Lao Luo nodded and quickly and diligently picked up the thermos bucket and put it into Mo Beixiao's hand.

Looking at the thermos bucket that was forced into his hand, Mo Beixiao's eyes cooled slightly.

She really drew a very clear boundary with him.

Apart from the business, there was not a single superfluous word.

Since Jiang Yi'an issued an order to expel guests, he would not stay any longer.

The man swallowed back the questions he had prepared to ask about her condition when he came before, turned around and left in a stride.

With a bang, the ward door was closed.

Jiang Yi'an smiled bitterly, picked up the bun in his hand and continued to nibble.

"You like to eat these buns."

Seeing Jiang Yi'an eating with big mouthfuls, Lao Luo smiled and said, "If you like it, I will bring it to you tomorrow morning."

Jiang Yian's mouth stopped eating the buns.

She glanced at Lao Luo in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Shouldn't these buns be made by Grandpa Mo himself just like the chicken soup?

"This bun is from Rongshan Zhai, which is famous in Rongcheng."

Lao Luo explained to her seriously: "Rongshanzhai's steamed buns are delicious, but they are also difficult to buy. No matter who you are, you have to queue for nearly an hour to buy one."

"If you like it, I can arrange it for you tomorrow."

Jiang Yi'an was startled and glanced down at the bun in his hand in surprise.

Did you actually buy this bun?

At the entrance of the hospital.

Mo Beixiao opened the car door, threw the thermos bucket aside, raised his legs and sat in.

Bai Ming, who was in the front row, glanced at him cautiously in the rearview mirror: "Sir, did you make the chicken soup today?"

The man closed his eyes, leaned tiredly on the back seat of the car and tugged on his tie: "She's not that smart."