1287. The young mistress has met with an accident.

"I don't think Madam Lu is that kind of person. She had a good impression on me before. She has no grudge against the old man. Even if she hit him, she has plenty of money to compensate. There is no need for her to flee the scene."

"Besides, why would she be driving a broken car, unless she had planned to hit someone and run away in the first place? Wasn't it just to cover her tracks?"

"..."

At this moment, in a rented house, a woman dressed in simple and cheap home clothes sat on the sofa, watching the online discussions.

She thought that as soon as this video appeared, it would be a one-sided condemnation of Qiao Xu.

Unexpectedly, there were people analyzing the suspicious parts of the video, and there were quite a few people who agreed with them.

"How outrageous!"

The woman threw her phone on the ground angrily, muttered a curse, and then laughed after a while.

"So what? If Qiao Xu has the ability, let her prove that the video is fake."