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Chapter 826

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Song Jingwan pursed her lips and was the first to step forward.

"Alright."

An Ruoyao looked at her and nodded.

Unsurprisingly, they did not have anything suspicious on them.

Then, they walked into the resting room together for the next step of the inspection.

After all, anyone who dared to poison the Yi family would not be stupid enough to carry the medicine on them.

"Thank you for your cooperation. You are free to move around now."

The woman smiled and stretched out her hand as she watched Song Jingwan walk out of the room.

Then, she walked to An Ruoyao and said, "Sorry for the offense."

"It's, it's fine."

An Ruoyao shook her head. She was not the one who had poisoned them. She was not worried that she would be found out.

She stood there quietly and her handbag was taken away.

The cosmetics inside were poured out and put back one by one.

Even though she knew that it had nothing to do with her, An Ruoyao still heaved a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the female bodyguard was stunned when she picked up the last item.

She frowned and looked at the small transparent container in her hand. It was only the size of a fingernail. There seemed to be something sticky in it.

"Miss An, what is this?"

She raised the fingernail-like item and turned her head.

"What — what is this? I, I don't know. This is not mine! "

An Ruoyao's relaxed expression became nervous when she saw the item in the woman's hand.

She was helpless and quickly waved her hands. "I really don't know. This … was taken from my bag? How can this be? What is this? "

An Ruoyao was about to break down. She was so nervous that her body trembled.

Whenever she thought about how she had poisoned someone and almost caused the death of a child, she would tremble in fear.

She clearly didn't do it, so why would there be strange and strange things in her bag?

"Miss An, please calm down."

"It wasn't me. I really didn't do it. It wasn't me!"

An Ruoyao was so nervous that she could not listen to anyone. She was so scared that tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Miss An!"

The woman frowned and turned on her walkie-talkie. She called for someone to come in as she walked towards An Ruoyao.

"Don't, don't come over!" An Ruoyao's pupils constricted and her voice was sharp. "It has nothing to do with me … I didn't do it. Don't come near me!"

"Miss An! Please calm down! " The woman stood where she was and said in a low voice, "Everything depends on evidence. We haven't found out what this thing is yet. Maybe it's just an accident. You don't have to be so afraid."

"Re, really?"

An Ruoyao had tears on her eyelashes and looked extremely pitiful.

She covered her mouth, unable to suppress the fear in her heart.

"Yes, you can rest here first. We will inform you when the results of our examination are out."

After saying that, she carefully took the item and left the lounge.

"Kach-"

An Ruoyao trembled and quickly rushed to turn the doorknob.

However, he found that the door was locked.

"It's not me … Why …"

An Ruoyao slid down to the ground, covering his face as if he was about to collapse.

When did that thing appear in her bag? Was it after he came out of the bathroom, or had he been there the whole time?



After the woman came out, her expression was particularly serious.

An Ruoyao's parents were stunned. They looked at each other and quickly walked up to her.

"Where's our daughter?"

"I'm sorry, you mean … Miss An?"

An Ruoyao's parents quickly nodded. "Yes, she just left with you. And her." An Ruoyao's mother pointed at Song Jingwan. "They went in together."

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