C2548 Under House Arrest

An Ran heard Jiang Fengming's calm tone and furrowed her brows.

She felt that asking Jiang Fengming this question was purely a joke.

How could Jiang Fengming tell her the truth?

Perhaps when she was unconscious, Jiang Fengming's subordinates had already dealt with Fu Qing.

Thinking of this, An Ran clenched her fingers tightly. Her nails dug deep into the flesh of her palm