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An Yue hung up the phone and felt cold all over.

He, he found it.

What to do, what to do, what should she do?

Her first thought was to escape.

However, after she ran a few steps back to the dormitory, she suddenly realized a problem. Even if she ran to the end of the world, he would still be able to find her.

An Yue was a little afraid that he would call her again, so she tried to stay away from the school gate.

Unfortunately, she could not find Zeng Yuqian after looking around.

However, not long after, she received a call from Wang Jiaxin, saying that Zeng Yuqian had returned to the dormitory.

She was relieved and prepared to walk back to the dormitory.

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of her. She subconsciously retreated and prepared to take a detour.

However, she had just taken a step when she was stopped.

"What are you guys doing?" An Yue was a little unhappy.

"Young Madam, please come back with us."

An Yue knew where her uneasiness came from. She pursed her lips and turned around, ready to run.

Another person came up to her.

"Young Madam, please don't make things difficult for us."

An Yue looked at an su and pursed her lips. She was obviously the one making things difficult for her.

However, she also knew that she could not escape no matter what.

An Yue followed an su and the others to the school gate. When she saw the car parked outside, she shuddered at the thought of the people inside.

The car door opened, and she saw the man's cold side profile. She quickly retracted her gaze and sat in the car.

An su sat in the driver's seat and started driving.

As the car drove on, an Yue felt the invasive aura of the person beside her that could not be ignored. She subconsciously stomped on the car door and lowered her head, wishing she could bury herself in it.

He must have been very angry that she had escaped that day.

Now that he had caught her, how would he punish her?

"Have you eaten?" The man's cold voice was heard.

An Yue pursed her lips and said in a mosquito-like voice,"I've eaten."

"I haven't eaten yet." He said.

An Yue licked her lips. What did it have to do with her whether he ate it or not?

She turned her head and looked out of the window, her eyes full of worry.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

An Yue alighted from the car and followed behind an Shijin.

After entering the room, an su and the others all left.

Only an Shiyu and her were left in the room.

An Yue stood at the door and couldn't move her feet.

An Shijin went in, took off his suit, and hung it on the rack. He turned around and saw that she was still standing at the door."Come in."

An Yue's body trembled and she took a few steps in.

An Shiyu looked at her cautious and nervous appearance and frowned. Was she still afraid of him?

"How's school these past few days?" He asked.

"I'm fine,"an Yue replied with her head lowered.

"But I'm not doing well."

An Yue's eyelids twitched. They're here.

"Do you know that you made me lose face by running away from our marriage that day?" His voice was cold.

An Yue grabbed her clothes helplessly and whispered,""Sorry?"

"I didn't come here to hear you say sorry."

An Yue was a little confused. What should she do then?

How could she possibly marry him?

And why did he want to marry her?

It couldn't be that he wanted to take responsibility for what happened that night, right?

This ...

If he were to take responsibility for her, what would happen to Jiang Xinjie?

Besides, she didn't want him to be responsible for her.

Just as she was deep in thought, an Shijin approached her. He cupped her face in his hands and asked,""Why are you still so thin?"

An Yue was shocked by his sudden movement. She subconsciously wanted to avoid him.

Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly.

"Let me go."

An Yue couldn't break free. She raised her head and unexpectedly met his deep eyes, which seemed to be filled with pity.

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