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An Hao shook his head.

”Then sleep on the street.” Lin Lang said as he turned to leave. Just as he took a step forward, his shirt was grabbed.

He lowered his eyes and saw the hand holding onto his shirt. His slender fingers were tightly clenched, as if he was grabbing onto the only hope of survival.

Lin Lang couldn't help but turn his head to look at her eyes. Those eyes still contained tears, and they looked like a pool of clear water.

An Hao realized that he was angry and couldn't help but apologize in a small voice: ”I'm sorry … Actually, I know I can't blame you for this … Someone is going to design me... I won't be able to escape no matter how hard I try … ”I just can't accept it. I want to find someone to vent my anger on …”

As she spoke, she lowered her head and tightened her grip on his shirt, ”This matter is shameful. I don't even know who to tell. You are the only one who knows, so I can only ask you to vent to me … You, don't be angry with me. ”

With your pitiful little figure, who would still have the heart to be angry with you?

Lin Lang had lived for 26 years, and for the first time, he found out that he actually had the quality of being protective of the fairer sex.

An Hao was a little stunned, he raised his head and saw the man turn around and squat down in front of her.

Looking at the back of the person squatting in front of him, An Hao was stunned, and suddenly remembered the first time she met Chen Xiyang, she had injured her leg in the process, and he was also squatting in front of her like that, smiling as he said: ”Come up, I'll carry you to the infirmary.”

His voice was extremely warm, and his smile was even brighter than the sun of that day, making it impossible to refuse.