"If the people of the Qiao family knew about this, it is very likely that the relationship between the two families would be broken. Now the Xu family is far inferior to the past, and many things still need to rely on the Qiao family..."

"She knows, so what can we do?" Han Ruchu interrupted her without waiting for the butler to finish her words and said, "If she had evidence, how could the Qiao family come to celebrate my birthday tonight? She just missed me because she had no evidence! But it was really awkward. It was a very bad birthday, and she was so messy. When she fell down the stairs, why didn't she die..."

Before Han Ruchu could finish his words, the door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open.

The two of them were stunned at the same time, then turned their heads and saw Xu Jiamu standing at the door with a glass of water, with a low and solemn expression.

Han Ruchu and the butler looked at each other, with a little panic in their eyes. Han Ruchu's first come back to his senses, smiled and said softly: "Jiamu, why are you here?"

Xu Jiamu didn't say anything, and the man stood at the door without moving. His eyes were just staring straight at Han Ruchu's eyes.

Han Ruchu was frightened by Xu Jiamu's eyes. She stood there for a while before walking to Xu Jiamu's face and reached out to grab Xu Jiamu's hand, but he avoided it. Her eyes were still fixed on her face. The sound of her opening was very low, but with a bit of depression: "What you said just now is true?"

Han Ruchu knew from his son's words that his son had heard the conversation between him and Aunt Yun just now, but she was not sure how much Xu Jiamu heard, so she stretched out her hand again: "Jiamu, listen to your mother..."

"I just want to know, are you all saying it just now?" Xu Jiamu seemed to be afraid that Qiao An downstairs would hear it very well, and his tone was very low, but it was just like that, making people look even more angry and terrifying: "You did the reason why Qiao Qiao fell down the stairs?"

When Han Ruchu heard this, she relaxed secretly, but fortunately she only heard half of it... "Jiamu, my mother had no choice but to do that."

"So, what you mean is that you really did that?" Xu Jiamu asked again word by word, then he met the butler who was standing there at a loss: "And you...you two...you can do it together!"

Xu Jiamu suddenly threw the water cup in his hand to the ground. Glass fragments splashed and water spilled on the floor. Xu Jiamu nodded and chuckled.

Such a smile made Han Ruchu, who had always loved her son, scared. She subconsciously grabbed Xu Jiamu's arm: "Mom knows that she is wrong, mom explains it to you, it's not what you want, son..."

"Do you have to wait until Qiao Qiao falls to death? That's what I think!" Xu Jiamu replied fiercely, then turned around, stepped on the steps, and went downstairs angrily.
Chapter completed!