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Lin Lang scoffed but did not say a word.

Lin Tianyi took a deep breath, then patted his shoulder and said: "When you're free, give your mother a call, she misses you."

As he spoke, he walked towards the profound entrance. Lin Shi stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Lin Lang: "Don't run around randomly at this stage, I'll send someone to protect you."

Lin Lang frowned, before he could retort, Lin Shi had already tapped his forehead: "Don't say that you can take care of yourself, with your current state, I will believe your words."

As he spoke, he ignored Lin Lang's murderous expression and caught up to Lin Tianyi's footsteps. The father and son duo hurriedly came and left.

Lin Lang looked at the closed door and frowned, he suddenly realised that he was a very awkward person, he obviously did not wish to see the family, but when they came, he did not wish for them to leave just like that.

Every time he saw them leaving in such a hurry, he would get so frustrated that he wanted to kill them.

Seeing him staring at the door in a daze with a sorrowful look, Grandma Su felt her heart ache, she was about to cry. She could not help but go up and comfort him: "Young Master, don't think too much, Mister Xiao Lin is just too busy, after all, relying on him and Eldest Young Master to maintain such a large family business is not easy."

"Yeah, it's not easy." Lin Lang chuckled, and finally retracted his gaze, raising his head to look at the old man in front of him, he smiled and asked: "Why did you suddenly come over? You still know that I'm injured, did An Hao ask you to come over? "

Grandma Su nodded his head: "En, that's right, it's so easy to tell me by phone. The moment I heard about it, I rushed over.

Lin Lang squinted his eyes, he did not reply to her, but asked: "Where is she?"

"Who?" Grandma Su was a little lost: "Ah, okay? Go home and say that I'm going back to lunch with Xi Yang. What's the matter? "

"Lunch with Xi Yan?" Lin Lang squinted his eyes and muttered these words. After a while, he laughed softly with a look of ridicule.

Grandma Su felt that his current state was a little strange, but he couldn't say what was wrong. He asked curiously: "What's wrong? Young Master, what are you laughing about? "

"Nothing." Lin Lang indifferently leaned back on the sofa, looked up and said: "Aunt Su, can you help me make a bowl of ribs porridge?"

"Alright." The Grandma Su nodded and looked at Lin Lang worriedly. After hesitating for a moment, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

She suddenly felt that the young master's emotions were a little strange, as if he was holding in a fire. Just as she was thinking, a loud noise suddenly came from behind, she jumped in fright, and turned her head around, only to see that Lin Lang was still leaning on the sofa, his long arms were across his forehead and covering his eyes, only that the tea table in front of him had already been overturned, and the tea set on top was rolling on the floor.

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Anzhe wandered the streets with her suitcase until the first light of the year. She had been debating whether to live at home or rent a cheap room for a while, and if she didn't go home for a long time, it would be cheaper, but she always had an unfounded feeling that Chen Xiyan would take her home soon, so the room was not worth the rent.

Just as she was hesitating, the phone in her pocket rang. She took out her grandma's phone and subconsciously looked around. She found a quiet corner and cleared her throat before answering the call.

"Grandmother." There was even a hint of happiness in her voice, but the other side of the phone was actually silent. An Hao suspiciously looked at his phone and called out: "Grandma? Can't you hear me? "

As her voice faded, she seemed to hear the sound of someone inhaling, and then her grandmother's voice rang out: "Oh, okay. Where are you?"

An Hao looked at the alleyway he was in, and laughed: "I'm at home, it's time to eat."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips and lowered her head. Her voice was still cheerful as she said, "Granny has made my favorite pot of stew."

"You child …" Grandma An's voice was tinged with tears as she reproached him unhappily, "How long are you going to keep lying to me for?"

An Hao's heart instantly tensed up, and tears uncontrollably flowed down his face. "Grandmother?"

"Do you hear me when you get home?" Grandma An choked with sobs. "If your mother-in-law really made you a wok of meat, why would she call me and ask me to return the gift money? You damned girl, what happened? "

Call for a betrothal gift?

An Hao was stunned, how could she have forgotten her mother-in-law's pestering?

When he returned home, Grandma An was in the kitchen, holding the ingredients needed to cook the meat. Seeing that she had returned, he did not immediately ask what had happened, but instead raised his chin towards her, "You should go back to your room first. If you're hungry, there's a biscuit on the table.

An Hao nodded, when he returned to his room, he saw the crumbs and a small bowl of porridge on the small table, as well as his grandmother's own pickled cucumber vegetables.

An Hao could not help but turn to look at the kitchen. Grandma should have already put the meat in the wok, the fragrance was in the air and she suddenly felt a sour taste in her nose. She could not control herself and wanted to cry.

His eyes and the tip of his nose were red. She placed the plate in her hands on the table, grabbed the hem of her skirt to wipe her hands, then sat beside An Hao and glanced at her: "Have you cried?"

An Hao nodded as he chewed on the biscuit.

"You're hopeless." Grandma An poked her forehead and said angrily: "Do you think that since grandmother is old and can't help you with anything anymore, she is hiding everything from me and allows others to bully her without knowing how to go home?"

An Hao could not help but sob, he stood up and threw himself into her embrace, and cried out, "Grandmother!"

At first, she didn't feel wronged, but after hearing her grandma's voice, hearing her grandma say that she didn't know how to go home, she suddenly felt incredibly wronged. All the boredom of the day was stuck in her throat, as if only crying would be able to alleviate it.

After crying enough, Grandma An did not ask in a hurry either. The ancestor and grandson first ate and cleaned up properly, An Hao took a hot bath and dried his hair before telling Grandma An everything. He still chose not to tell grandmother that the person who took her in was Lin Lang, and concealed his verbal attack on her.

Speaking of last night when Chen Xiyang abandoned her on their wedding night and left, the feeling of grievance in An Hao's heart surfaced again, as she puckered her lips and drooped her head.

Although she didn't say what happened after that, it wasn't hard for her to guess what had happened.