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Seeing that he ran away, Chen Xiyang was not in a rush to chase him either. He turned and pointed at Xia Lan fiercely, then smiled: "You messed with me, I'll deal with you when I get back."

As he spoke, he walked out of the house. He had to catch up to his grandmother immediately, and not give her the chance to call An Hao.

Seeing him leave, Xia Lan started to struggle with all her might. Her hands were already so skinny that they were like bones.

She ignored the blood dripping down her face as she picked up the phone on the table and logged into her own mailbox, then sent the prepared email to An Hao's email. Seeing that the email was sent successfully, she put on her clothes and went to her bedroom to pull out the suitcase she had prepared earlier.

Everything ended here and there. She wanted to get rid of her nightmare just like that, and An Hao now knew the truth. Even if Chen Xiyang was any more deceitful and glib, after Grandma An saw everything, he would no longer be able to continue deceiving An Hao.

Goodbye, Ah Hao. I hope that when we meet again, we have already found ourselves again.

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Chen Xiyang chased Grandma An out of the residential area, and seeing her get into a taxi, he did not give chase. Instead, he took out his phone and made a call, and went straight to the point: "Right now, go to the 800 lanes and help me find a person. Don't worry, it won't be difficult, it's just an old lady, you will be paid for it."

After hanging up, he looked at the building that Xia Lan was at, squinted his eyes dangerously, and looked for her to settle the score. Right now, he had to immediately go and find An Hao, who knew if that old lady would directly go over to An Hao's place, he had to make two preparations.

An Hao was in a bad mood and had a long conversation with Lin Qing, only after the phone had gotten hot did he reluctantly hang up.

Just as she hung up, she noticed that the email app that hadn't been opened since she resigned had a small '1' on it. An unread email?

She opened it at random and discovered that it was from an unfamiliar mailbox. She thought it was spam and opened the attachment to take a look. Her eyes widened and the blood in her body became cold.

It was a dirty and messy picture. The woman's hands and feet were tied, and she looked battered and exhausted. The man beside her stood neatly by her side with a whip in his hand and hit her on the back.

The corners of his lips curled up into an incomprehensible smile. His eyes, which were always as gentle as water, were crimson, and shone with the light of a hungry wolf.

An Hao trembled as he scrolled down, the following pictures were all about the same, but the tools in the man's hand had changed.

After flipping through about ten pages, An Hao's body started to tremble. The female protagonist in the photo had changed, she was tied up just like the previous woman, and the difference was the expression on her face. She seemed to be especially excited, smiling with her lips raised, as her eyes excitedly stared at the man who had cut her body, as though she was waiting for him to kiss her.

An Hao recognized the woman, she was Chen Xiyang's secretary, Liu Zihan.

She could not bear to keep looking, she just threw the phone away and sat on the sofa with a blank look on her face, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She bit her lips and sat in a daze for ten seconds, then she couldn't help but pick up the phone again. This time, she did not look closely, but pointed her finger and flipped through the photos.

After counting to the seventh different woman, An Hao's hand that was holding her phone started to tremble even more violently. She saw a person that she was extremely familiar with — — Xia Lan.

She didn't know where she was, but her entire body had been lifted off the ground. Her face was clearly hit, her eyes were blue and purple, her face was swollen, and there were even five finger marks on her face.

The man still stood neatly in front of her, holding the whip in his hand …

An Hao scrolled down with trembling fingers, and after that, Xia Lan's posture did not change at all, but the tools in his hands continued to change, from the whip, to the candle, and finally to the fruit knife.

Tears blurred An Hao's vision, and she suddenly thought of the sight of Xia Lan at the hospital not long ago. Her entire body was wounded, but she smiled as she stretched out her frail arms: "Hug me."

She never understood why Xia Lan didn't call the police after being injured like that. Now she finally understood …

She took a deep breath and felt a wave of nausea. She covered her mouth and ran into the washroom. She could not help but vomit.

The sound of the door opening came from outside, and very quickly, Chen Xiyang's voice sounded behind him: "Why are you vomiting so much? Have you eaten your fill? "

He wanted to pat An Hao's back to help her get better, but when he was about to touch her, An Hao suddenly dodged to the side as if he was provoked, and looked at him with a face of disgust.

Chen Xiyang squinted his eyes and asked gently: "What's wrong? Very uncomfortable? Do you need to go to the hospital? "

Seeing his worried look, An Hao felt the urge to vomit again. He quickly bent over and vomited into the toilet.

"What happened to you?" Chen Xiyang stepped forward and patted her back, "Are you pregnant? "Come, let's go to the hospital."

An Hao suddenly swung his hand and screamed: "Don't touch me!"

Chen Xiyang looked at her with a sad and puzzled expression: "What are you doing? I just said a few words Lin Qing and you keep on making trouble, right? "

An Hao's eyes were wide open as he looked at him, why was this man so good at acting? If she hadn't seen those photos, she would probably have been fooled by him for the rest of her life.

Tears rolled down her face as she wiped them away. She didn't want to cry because of him. She felt that every tear she shed was an insult to herself.

Seeing her cry, Chen Xiyang stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace to coax her. An Hao stared at her with his teary eyes and said hoarsely: "Don't touch me, I hate you."

Chen Xiyang's footsteps paused, he raised his eyebrows in confusion: Filthy?

"Heh …" An Hao laughed sarcastically: "Aren't you dirty? Have you ever counted how many women you've actually played with? "

Chen Xiyang subconsciously clenched his fists, and said with narrowed eyes: "What are you talking about, don't you know what my body is like?"