An Yin almost vomited disgustingly.

It would be fine if Yan Xinyue told this huge lie. When she pretended to be affectionate and pitiful, she did not forget to step on her and reminded everyone in public that An Yin was a torn shoe kicked out of the house by Wang Wenyu.

But Yan Xinyue couldn't bear to look at her broken shoe homeless and was stranded on the street, so she had to stand up and admit that she was the woman who was taken by Qin Jian in the cellar that night.

If An Yin hadn't wanted to reveal the incident of Qin Jian's sleep, she really wanted to come forward and slap Yan Xinyue in the face and scold her - shameless!

Qin Jian's eyes were so sharp that they could peel off people layer by layer, and the thoughts in his heart became nowhere to hide in front of him.

Yan Xinyue was afraid that Qin Jian would see through his lies, so she did not dare to look at Qin Jian's eyes again. She slowly lowered her head, and she looked more and more pitiful as if she had been wronged but was slaughtered.

Qin Jian was speechless. After looking at Yan Xinyue for a long time, he turned around and left.

Uncle Fu and Li Yang followed, and Qin Jian turned around and asked Uncle Fu, "What's her name?"

"Yan Xinyue." Uncle Fu said.

Qin Jian stopped talking about anything.

Yan Xinqing watched Qin Jian's back disappear in front of her. She didn't know what the situation was now, nor did she know what kind of deficiencies she would face next, and her face turned pale in an instant.

Everyone present finally came to life and looked at Yan Xinyue with different expressions.

Contempt, envy, but more of it is gloating.

Yan Xinyue clenched her fists with both hands, turned her head to look at An Yin, and saw that An Yin was still looking at Qin Jian's direction, and gritted her teeth with hatred.

An Yin couldn't understand what Qin Jian sold in the gourd. If he didn't believe Yan Xinyue, why didn't he expose it on the spot? If he believed it, he would just leave.

Feeling Yan Xinyue looking at her, she withdrew her gaze, turned to meet Yan Xinyue's hatred gaze, and frowned.

Just when everyone didn't know what would happen next, Yan Yong, a private doctor from the Qin family, carried a box and led two nurses to walk quickly.

Someone also took a white cloth and surrounded the stone table in front.

Zhai Jing shouted: "Yan Xinyue, come here."

Yan Xinyue hurriedly walked to the front of the crowd.

"You said you were the person the third young master was looking for, but the words were untrue, so we had to do some necessary inspections to prove that you were that person."

Yan Xinyue didn't expect to have an examination in public.

She pretended to be that woman and never thought of being shameless, but she was still ashamed of humiliation.

"The Third Young Master is the only legitimate blood of the Qin family. He knows everything clearly. He can't be careless, and he can't take any loopholes for some people, so I hope you can understand." Zhai Jing said very clearly. The Qin family did this to not give people the opportunity to fake it.

"I understand." Yan Xinyue gritted her teeth and walked behind the white cloth.

After a while, the doctor came out of it, with a hint of confusion on his face.

"Doctor Yan, how is the situation?" Zhai Jing asked.

"*** has only been torn apart in recent days, but..."

"But what?"

"The wound healing is not quite right."

"Why is something wrong?"

"The wound healing seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the time when the third young master was sick."

Yan Xinyue was behind the white cloth curtain and heard Yan Yong's words, his heart was pounding.

"So, isn't she?"

"It may not be necessary. Everyone has different physical constitutions and wound healing will be different."
Chapter completed!