Aunt Zhen stepped forward and said, "Sir, guess what I found on Jun He?"
After saying that, he lifted up the hem of Xiao Junhe's T-shirt, revealing a few tiny needle holes on his waist: "Look at what this is?"
Wen Qiao tilted his head to look at her: "Is it a needle eye?"
"That's right, it's the eye of the needle. Aunt Qin has ulterior motives. She used a needle to prick the child. Mr. Xiao, who... who exactly did you hire? How can the young master not be afraid when she treats him like this?"
Wen Qiao put her arm around Xiao Junhe's shoulders and said, "Tell me, was it really Aunt Qin who stabbed you?"
Xiao Junhe was a little panicked, his body trembling slightly, and then he nodded: "Yes... it's Aunt Qin."
Aunt Zhen was very proud. If this boy dared not to do as she said, his uncle would be beaten even more severely. After so many years, he was used to it and dared not disobey her.
Wen Qiao raised her hand: "Aunt Qin, take Jun He upstairs first."
Aunt Zhen frowned: "This child is afraid of that woman, and you let that woman take him upstairs, Miss Wen, what are you thinking?"
Wen Qiao: "Aunt Qin, take him upstairs first."
Xiao Junhe did not resist Aunt Qin and followed her upstairs.
Wen Qiao sat on the sofa, legs crossed: "You said that the needle hole was made by Aunt Qin, do you have any evidence?"
Aunt Zhen snorted indifferently: "Aunt Qin takes care of the young master personally, who else could it be if not her?"
"Aunt Qin went to the supermarket to buy things yesterday and was out for three hours. How could it not be possible that it was you, Aunt Zhen, who stabbed her?"
In fact, Xiao Liangyan didn't care too much. It was just a small needle hole. It didn't matter who took care of him, Aunt Zhen or Aunt Qin.
"Me? How could I possibly treat Jun He like this? I've taken care of him for so many years and have always treated him like my own son."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "How dare you speak so arrogantly."
Then he took out a cell phone and said, "Mr. Xiao, let me show you some evidence."
Aunt Zhen was a little panicked. What evidence? How could there be evidence? When she stabbed Xiao Junhe with a needle, she locked the door on purpose. Even if the boy was beaten by her, he would not dare to cry or scream. No one outside could know.
Wen Qiao turned on his cell phone and used the projector. The lights in the room dimmed and the cell phone screen was projected onto the white wall. He saw Aunt Zhen grabbing Xiao Junhe's hair.
Even though Wen Qiao had seen it before, he still felt a tightness in his heart when he saw the child not daring to shout and accepting everything submissively. He had been living such a miserable life for more than ten years.
His parents left him to fend for himself and handed him over to the devil. His condition could have possibly improved, but after living in the hands of such a pervert day after day for dozens of days, how could he not go crazy
Then, he saw Aunt Zhen stabbing his waist several times. Xiao Junhe couldn't help but beg for mercy: "Aunt Zhen, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Aunt Zhen hit him on the head several more times. The child didn't dare to resist at all. He lay on the ground with his hands on his head.
Even if Xiao Liangyan no longer had feelings for him, he was still his son after all. He would still be angry when a servant beat him up so wantonly: "How dare you hit him?"
Aunt Zhen was panicked. How could there be a video
Wen Qiao chuckled lightly. She was just setting up a trap. Ever since she went to Edinburgh and found slap marks on Xiao Junhe's face and bruises on his stomach, she suspected that someone was using violence for a long time.
(End of this chapter)