Shen Qingrou hesitated for a moment before taking off her hat and mask. Jiang Anning immediately noticed the injury on her fair face and asked, "Did Lu Xize do this to you?"
Shen Qingrou nodded. "Yes, that man used to pretend to be a decent person, but he's actually a pervert. He takes out his frustration on me whenever he loses to Shen Mu. Yesterday, he almost strangled me in bed when he couldn't get to Shen Mu."
Her eyes were full of hatred, and she had even deformed the mask in her hand from squeezing it too hard. "I can't stand living like this anymore! You said on the phone that you have a way to give Shen Mu to Lu Xize. What is it?"
Jiang Anning opened a drawer and took out a small packet of tea bags, placing it in front of Shen Qingrou. "Give this to Shen Mu to drink."
Shen Qingrou was taken aback. "What is this?"
Jiang Anning raised an eyebrow and sneered, "You already know."
