Jiang Chengsi had always known how to hit where it hurt the most, "The recording has already been uploaded to the cloud, smashing a cell phone is useless."
Her body jerked violently.
Normally, Jiang Shuyan would never lose her composure like this. The stimulation from speeding and crashing overwhelmed her brain, leaving her unable to tolerate even the slightest external disturbance. She was a ticking time bomb.
Jiang Chengsi glanced at Jiang Zhaolin, who was seated on the sofa, looking at his daughter in shock and bewilderment, "Shuyan, what is he talking about?"
He wasn't foolish, just afraid to delve deeper!
"The car has been towed away, Mr. Jiang. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask if her suitcase is in the trunk of the car, and see what's inside. Today is your eldest son's anniversary. Using the excuse of picking someone up from the airport, dragging your own clothes to the Airport, what exactly were you planning?"
