Zhou Xue suddenly understood that she couldn't escape being involved in what happened last night.
"Madam, Ming Jing is dead."
A few strands of coolness came with the breeze, and the sunlight overhead suddenly became hotter, making people feel restless at the bottom of their hearts.
Bo Yujiang was taken aback, "What did you say?"
Jiang Chunlan slowly put down the teapot, picked up a towel nearby to wipe her hands, and turned to look at Zhou Xue.
"Repeat what you just said."
The woman's gaze was sharp and cold, with an inexplicable pressure.
Zhou Xue lowered her head: "It's true. I ran into the housekeeper's daughter of the Rans at the hospital. I took advantage of her being distracted and planted a listening device on her. I heard personally that Ming Jing died from a drug allergy that could not be treated in time. The Rans have blocked the news, and now they are arguing with Bo Yuxun."
Bo Yujiang reflexively stood up, "Bo Yuxun? What does it have to do with him?"