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nSince sadness was inevitable, she should sever this hope even more thoroughly.

nMo Lusu clenched his fists darkly and finally nodded. “Take care of yourself.”

n“Mm, thank you, Senior Brother,” Shui Anluo replied and left quickly with the little darling.

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nHer speedy exist made it look as though she was… Running from disaster.

nShe knew that doing this would hurt her senior brother but she would rather face it ruthlessly now to prevent an even greater hurt in the future.

nMo Lusu watched Shui Anluo as she left and saw her getting into a taxi.

nHis distant heart gradually came back and he turned to look at Qiao Yaruan. “Get int the car, I’ll take you home.”

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nQiao Yaruan smiled, bent down and got into his car.

nShe did not seem to feel agonized over the sight of his wrecked nerves.

nAfter Shui Anlou carried the little darling into the taxi, she turned around and looked at the other car as it left. She only turned away when it had completely disappeared from view. “Let’s hope that your uncle recovers soon.”

n“Geh…” The little darling stared at his mommy as he hiccuped and sobbed. Even though he had stopped crying, he was still feeling aggrieved. He had been really scared.

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nShui Anluo lowered her hand and kissed his little cheek, continuing to soothe the little darling’s grief.

n“Miss, where to?”

n“The Chu Group’s office,” Shui Anluo replied and gently patted her son’s tiny body. At that moment, she only wanted to see Chu Ningyi. When she sees him, she would tell herself that she had made the right choice.

nMo Lusu sent Qiao Yaruan to the university entrance gate but did not get down from the car.

nQiao Yaruan grinned. “Thanks, Senior Brother. I’ll head in now.”

n“Remember to apply medicine on your wounds. Also, it’s not good for girls to fight,” Mo Lusu instructed as her senior brother.

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nQiao Yaruan paused but quickly opened the car door. She looked at the man in the driver’s seat after she got down from the car and smiled. “Got it. Thanks, Senior Brother.”

nQiao Yaruan shut the car door and saw him sigh as he left. “Looks like you won’t ever fall for anyone else aside from Shui Anluo.”

nJust as Qiao Yaruan had spoken, Feng Feng’s chilly voice rang out.

n“He’s definitely not going to fall for you.”

nQiao Yaruan turned around and saw the man who was leaning against the gate. She frowned, this man was really like a lingering spirit.

nFeng Feng’s rage burned even more when he saw that Mo Lusu had sent her back and the smile on her face. This woman would smile so adoringly at everyone else but would never smile at him.

nThe more he thought about this, the angrier he felt.

nJust as he lost the ability to suppress his rage, he immediately walked over to grab Qiao Yaruan’s wrist and dragged her into the campus.

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n“Hey…” Qiao Yaruan was shocked by his sudden action and frowned because he had pulled against her injury, aggravating it.

nHowever, Feng Feng did not care at all. He dragged Qiao Yaruan back to his dorm, gathering hundreds of stares. He then threw her inside and immediately shut the door.

nQiao Yaruan’s body violently slammed onto the table, adding to her injury. She felt a fiery, stinging pain and could not help but curse. This bastard, Feng Feng, each time she ran into him, she would be guaranteed to experience bad luck.

n“Silver Screen King Feng, don’t drag me into your convulsions,” Qiao Yaruan spat angrily. “Who was the person who said he wouldn’t disturb me anymore? I never asked for you.”

nFeng Feng unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt but it was not enough to vent the anger in his heart. He only glared at Qiao Yaruan icily.

nShe had sat in someone else’s car and it was Mo Lusu’s car too. What were they doing together?

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