Jing Yiren was now at the President's old residence.
The room she was staying in was once Lu Ming's room.
Wu Xiujuan knew that Jing Yiren suffered from depression and feared she might become desperate.
She explained to Jing Yiren, "Yiren, don't think nonsense!"
"Ming'er isn't that kind of child. He already told me everything; he was knocked out and brought to the guest room. He had nothing to do with that little fox; Ming'er was unconscious the whole time and didn't do anything!"
Wu Xiujuan had repeated this explanation no fewer than twenty times from the morning when Jing Yiren woke up until now in the afternoon.
But Jing Yiren still had an expressionless face, she didn't speak, and she appeared indifferent and disbelieving.
It wasn't that Jing Yiren didn't believe her, but she had been waiting for Lu Ming to explain, and he hadn't shown up yet.
Now, Wu Xiujuan was telling her that Lu Ming had explained everything to Wu Xiujuan but wouldn't come to explain to her, his wife.
