Mu Yan looked into Jiang Jingheng's eyes, silent for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Who is the remitter?"
"Not someone from the Liang Family." Jiang Jingheng said calmly.
Mu Yan pursed her lips, "So, it has nothing to do with Liang Rong?"
"Not exactly, the remittance account belongs to a subsidiary of the Liang Group; this matter can't be completely unrelated to Liang Rong."
Mu Yan pressed her lips together, "When she came to play at our house as a kid, she seemed nice to me on the surface, but in hindsight, every time she smiled at me, there seemed to be some cunning hidden in her eyes. What I didn't expect was that she and Zhuang Shaoyang drove us out together, yet why does she still want to completely eliminate us?"
Jiang Jingheng held her hand, unsure of how to comfort her. After all, he wasn't the one who experienced those hardships.
"What are you planning to do?"
Mu Yan furrowed her brow, "Is there evidence of Zhuang Chujiao framing me?"
