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Chapter 689 Text messages on the phone (39)

Although everyone watches TV, Lu Jinnian often uses dubbing, and few people recognize him.

But Xu Jiamu heard it, and his originally confused expression became a little solemn.

The dialogue record played seemed to have been wiggled, and there was a rustling sound for a long time. Then suddenly, a sentence appeared, and the nice and clear male voice was still: "You murderer!"

Han Ruchu, who was standing on the stage, finally remembered when the conversation was played when she heard these words. Her face was as pale as paper. She had always been calm and elegant, and was quite calm, and she actually showed panic on the stage.

Qiao An sat in her seat calmly, admiring Han Ruchu's appearance at this time, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

The people sitting in the audience had no mood to pay attention to the auction. They were all paused for a long time, and the sudden words began to talk a lot.

"Murderer? What does this mean?"

"Who is the murderer? Is it referring to Mrs. Xu?"

"Oh my God...what the hell is going on?"

Amidst a whisper, Han Ruchu's voice came out of the audio again on the scene, obviously lacking confidence: "What do you mean?"

A pleasant male voice followed: "You said, if Jiamu knew that his mother's hands were covered with blood and she would not even let the fetus of one or two months go by, what kind of eyes would he look at you, the mother?"

"Ah..." The audience exclaimed, one after another, almost half a minute.

Even Qiao's mother, who was sitting next to Qiao Anhao, exhaled quietly.

Then Han Ruchu's voice came from the speaker again: "So you know everything."

"What's going on?"

"This sentence obviously proves that Mrs. Xu admits it."

"She actually killed a fetus?"

The exclamations evolved into loud discussions, and the sounds grew louder and louder.

Han Ruchu stood on the stage, her face turned blue and white, and her expression changed very well.

The host standing beside her looked at her with incredible inconceivable eyes.

Xu Jiamu's face looked very calm, but his hands were silently clenched into fists because he used too much force and his joints were protruding.

The nice male voice sounded in everyone's ears again: "Yes, of course I know that Qiao Anhao still died in the womb. Thanks to you, sleeping pills and bird's nests, Ms. Han prepared so carefully. Unfortunately, all the secrets still revealed the flaws."

This time, the scene was as quiet as dead.

This silence lasted for a full minute, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little uncontrollable.

"Hello Qiao An? Isn't that the daughter of the Qiao family?"

"Yes, I married Xu Jiamu before, but later I got divorced, and it seems that I was still divorced, which did not affect the relationship between the two families at all."

"Is this too shocking? Qiao Anhao married Xu Jiamu, got pregnant, and was then taken away by Han Ruchu?"

"I'm going, how cruel I have to do this. Can you do my own flesh and blood?"
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