Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"I said, Lao Sheng, you should also be careful about your daughter. For such a young girl, if she dares to do such a cruel thing to her own mother who has raised her for more than ten years, there is no guarantee that one day the knife will fall on your head. It’s impossible to guard against it.”

Several people laughed even more wildly and talked without hesitation.

"Could she be mentally ill like her mother?! Hahahaha."

Sheng Xianglin's face turned completely dark. He took Jiaoyang with him and turned around to leave.

The people behind me also became angry: "I show my face to you at every turn, who do you think I am? Who do I think I am?"

Sheng Xianglin was distraught, but his ignorant daughter came over and asked, "Dad, what did they mean by what they just said? Why do you want you to guard against me?"

"Did I do something wrong? Why do they look at me like that, Dad?"

Sheng Xianglin took a deep breath, paused, saw her blank face, and remembered Dr. Jiang's words, and could only swallow his anger again.

"Don't ask questions about things you shouldn't know." He continued to walk forward, his voice cold.

This was the first time that Sheng Xianglin truly felt that her illness was indeed a problem and it would be better to resolve it as soon as possible.

And what those people said just now, for some reason, he felt inexplicably creepy after hearing it, and his scalp started to feel numb.

"Dad still has some things to do alone. You go find your friends to play by yourself first. Don't follow."

"oh"

Jiaoyang responded, feeling a little depressed: Friends. What kind of friends can she have? What's more, even if they were willing to talk to her, they were in such a group, and if she pressed forward, what would she become? Do we want them to feel that they are the ones sitting on the bench?

Jiaoyang sighed and decided to find a quiet place and stay alone.

She held up her skirt and was about to walk towards the balcony when a pair of shiny black men's leather shoes suddenly appeared on the floor in front of her.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he raised his head with a surprised expression: "Doctor Jiang?" Why is he here?

Jiang Sicheng nodded and stared at her closely. Because the man's eyes were narrow and narrow, his gaze seemed too sharp when suppressed. Jiaoyang was a little confused and had to avoid his gaze.

His eyebrows moved slightly.

He has already read the investigation report, and it turns out that she really seems to be suffering from triple personality disorder. If mental illness can be faked, it is impossible to wear that disguised mask all the time. In order to escape his eyes, even some subconscious habits can be controlled.

It would be incredible if a teenage girl could do this. It’s even more outrageous than a world miracle.

Therefore, he believed that the possibility of her being disguised could almost be ruled out.

Jiang Sicheng turned away and no longer looked at her. Jiao Yang instantly felt much more relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you surprised?"

As he spoke, his tone was distant and calm, and even gave people a vague sense of meanness. His slightly raised chin seemed to think highly of himself.

Jiaoyang felt that at least Sheng Xianglin didn't like him and had a deep distrust of him, which was not without reason.

"In this world, everyone holds many identities at the same time. For example, his profession, or whose child he is."