Mo Qianjue didn't speak, just looked at Chu Jin with slightly narrowed eyes, he, too, was looking forward to Chu Jin's forthcoming explanation.
How could his lifesaver push someone down the stairs for no reason? There had to be a reason behind it.
Chu Jin slowly stood up from the ground and leisurely turned on the TV in the living room, connected her smartphone data cable, and the TV instantly showed a blue screen.
Zhao Hai's expression turned cold, "Wretched girl! What are you doing?" Trash is trash, even at a time like this, she still fancies watching TV, without fear of being laughed at!
Chu Jin turned her head, her jade-like face lighting up with a faint dimple, and spoke deliberately, "Justice may be late, but it never fails to arrive."
No sooner had her voice fallen than a video started playing on the TV.
A clear voice came from the TV, "Alright, I'm recording now, begin your performance."
The corresponding image on the screen was of Zhao Yiling.