He could recognize Leng Lintian's voice even as it turned to ashes.
He punched the sink so hard that the glass mirror instantly cracked.
His heart was suppressed and he rubbed his aching temples, wishing he could immediately grab the woman on the bed and question her.
Resisting the urge to kill, I picked up the phone and connected it to the electrical panel.
Switching to the recent call history, there are only a few missed calls that just rang, and the received call he received.
She was very quick and deleted it so quickly.
He switched to the text box again——
There were four anonymous text messages between 9:10 and 9:30 last night.
:【Finally, I got my wish and killed that troublesome little guy. Do you want me to say congratulations?】
: [What are you worried about? It’s a specially made abortion pill, the ingredients of which can’t be found at all. I forgot who I am—your omnipotent A Leng.]
: [You're good at your tricks, don't let him see it, and I'll arrange for someone to pick you up.]
:【I can’t wait to get together with you soon, just say it.】
…
Naturally, these four text messages cannot be said by Leng Lintian. They were sent by Leng Xinqi to Jing Jiaren's phone using other numbers.
This number is a temporary number, and the card will be canceled when used up, so the user cannot be traced at all.
In addition, Leng Lintian and the others used Jing Jiaren's tone to send him a text message asking for help.
That's why there was that phone call from Leng Lintian just now.
…
The veins on the back of Ximen Longting's hand jumped out, and he punched the glass mirror again.
Several pieces of glass fell out of the cracked mirror, and one piece scratched the back of his hand...
He could never believe that Jing Jiaren had killed the child, but the text messages on his cell phone were an indisputable fact.
"Master, the number that sent the text message is a temporary card. It has been canceled and the user's identity cannot be found. However, the number that called Miss Jing is indeed Master Leng's private mobile phone number." Wilson handed over the information.
, "His mobile phone number account is encrypted. We obtained the information after invading the mobile communications group. In addition, Miss Leng San also has Mr. Leng's private number, and she can testify."
Ximen Longting's face was gloomy, and he couldn't tell what his expression was.
Suddenly he stretched out his hand and lifted up all the documents on the table, with the papers flying messily in the air.
Jing Jiaren woke up and found that no one was around her, and her heart felt empty for an instant.
She got up and went into the bathroom to wash up. She saw the broken mirror with some blood on it, and had a vague feeling about it.
What happened? Why did the glass crack? Was it Ximen Longting who broke it?
Jing Jiaren felt very sad, thinking that maybe Ximen Longting was too depressed about the child, leading to self-abuse.
I learned from the servant that he was in the study.
Jing Jiaren walked to the study door, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.
Wilson looked at her in surprise: "Miss Jing?"
Jing Jiaren saw documents scattered everywhere in the study room, and a dark shadow sitting in front of the desk, with a face as hard as frost, which was extremely terrifying.
Wilson whispered: "The young master is in a bad mood today, it would be better if you don't provoke him less."
"Why is he in a bad mood?" Jing Jiaren became even more worried when she heard that Ximen Longting was in a bad mood.
"Miss Jing, please leave quickly."
Wilson winked and was about to close the door when Ximen Longting's sinister voice sounded: "Let her in."
Wilson sighed, opened the door, and let in the beautiful lady.