Chapter 1385 Seeking Death

Aunt Zhen took a step forward and said, "Sir, what do you think I found on Jun He?"

After saying that, he lifted up the hem of Xiao Junhe's T-shirt. There were several small needle holes on his waist: "Look at what these are?"

Wen Qiao turned his head and looked at her: "Is it the eye of a needle?"

"Yes, it's the eye of a needle. This Aunt Qin has ulterior motives. She pricked the child with a needle. Mr. Xiao, you... who exactly did you invite? If she treats the young master like this, can the young master not be afraid?"

Wen Qiao put her arms around Xiao Junhe's shoulders: "Tell sister, is it really Aunt Qin who stabbed you?"

Xiao Junhe was a little frightened, his body was trembling slightly, and then he nodded: "Yes...it's Aunt Qin."

Aunt Zhen was very proud. If this boy dared not to follow her words, his uncle would be beaten more severely. After so many years, he was used to it and he did not dare to 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 still let that woman take him upstairs. Miss Wen, what are you worried about?"

Wen Qiao: "Aunt Qin, take him upstairs first."

Xiao Junhe did not resist Aunt Qin, so he followed Aunt Qin upstairs.

Wen Qiao sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed: "You said that the needle hole was pierced by Aunt Qin. Do you have any evidence?"

Aunt Zhen snorted indifferently: "Aunt Qin takes care of the young master. If not her, who else could it be?"

"Aunt Qin went to the supermarket to buy groceries yesterday. She was gone for three hours. How come it's not possible that you, Aunt Zhen, did the stabbing?"

In fact, Xiao Liangyan didn't care too much, it was just a small pinprick, it didn't matter, it didn't matter whether it was Aunt Zhen or Aunt Qin, whoever took care of him didn't matter.

"Me? How could I treat Jun He like this? I have taken care of him for so many years and have always treated him as my own."

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "How dare you speak so shamelessly."

As he said that, he took out a mobile phone: "Mr. Xiao, let me show you some evidence."

Aunt Zhen suddenly panicked. What evidence? How can there be evidence? When she stabbed Xiao Junhe with a needle, she locked the door specially. Even if the boy was beaten by her, he would not dare to cry and 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 screen of the cell phone was projected on the white wall. He saw Aunt Zhen grabbing Xiao Junhe's hair.

Even though Wen Qiao had already seen it, he still felt his heart suffocate when he saw the child who didn't dare to shout and accepted the situation. 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 hands of the devil. His condition might have gotten better. How could he not go crazy after living in the hands of such a pervert for decades and years?

Immediately afterwards, 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 did not dare to resist at all and lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

Even if Xiao Liangyan no longer has feelings for him, this is still his son after all. If he is punched and kicked by a servant so unscrupulously, he will still be angry: "How dare you hit him?"

Aunt Zhen was panicking now. How could there be a video?

Wen Qiao chuckled. 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.