When Tong Jia heard these words, she inexplicably sighed with relief, but she also found it amusing. He had been searching for her for two years, and now she stood in front of him, yet he couldn't recognize her. Time and time again, she should have understood. She endured the scalp's throbbing pain and said softly, "I don't know the Wanzhe you're talking about. Please let me go, or I'll call the police."
"You're holding the ring I gave to Wanzhe, and you're telling me you don't know her?" Han Xu's eyes were icy, as if he intended to torture her.
Tong Jia bit her lip and remained silent.
Seeing that she refused to speak, Han Xu pushed her aside and ordered coldly, "Take her back." If she would not speak willingly, he had ways to make her talk. After all, they hadn't finished what they started last time.
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As Shen Qingyue exited Shen Jun's hospital room, she overheard a few nurses chatting at the nurses' station.