An Nan only felt that at this mont, even her breathing had slowed down, and a certain place in her heart felt suffocatingly painful. She wanted to explain sothing, but didn’t know how to start. What could be more painful than having soone you love not trust you?
At this mont, An Nan felt quite disappointed inside, but she wasn’t in the mood to think too much about it. She wanted to figure out what happened when she was unconscious just now.
Her bridesmaid dress was torn and sowhat damaged, so An Nan simply bent down and tore off the entire skirt hem. The sound of ripping made everyone turn around in unison, and when they saw An Nan’s actions, each face was full of surprise.
An Nan did not explain, she directly went to the moaning man lying on the ground, her bare foot stepping on his bloody face. Her voice was cold and indifferent: "Speak, what exactly happened."
The man moaning on the ground saw who was stepping on him and imdiately clutched her leg, sobbing: "Nannan, you were clearly in my arms just now saying you liked so much. How can you treat this way now."
After listening to his wails, An Nan didn’t get angry. She coldly curled her lips and asked in return: "Is that so?"
The man on the floor was just shy of kowtowing to confirm: "Yes, yes, that’s how it was. Nannan, don’t forget how comfortable you were under just now."
Such suggestive words made the faces at the scene turn angry once more.
As everyone was about to lose their temper, An Nan coldly spoke again: "I’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth."
The man’s face showed hesitation but he still stubbornly insisted that he and An Nan were mutually affectionate: "An Nan, you can’t say such things just because you’re involved with Young Master Lin."
"Alright." The cold curve swept across An Nan’s lips once more.
The few people who had been watching couldn’t help but reassure her with concern.
"Nannan, don’t act impulsively, we all believe you." Lan Xinxixi, being a police officer, has a sharper intuition than most, and she quickly detected sothing fishy in the scene before her, but was helpless without evidence at the mont.
"Yeah, Nannan, don’t be like this." Han Xiayang’s tone carried a slight hint of fear. Having known An Nan for so long, it was his first ti witnessing this side of her, authoritative without anger, making one’s heart skip a beat and unable to et her grey-black eyes directly.
What made him more anxious was Young Master Lin’s reaction. Since entering the room, he hadn’t said a word, leaving people unable to fathom what he was thinking inside.
An Nan continued to calmly shake her head at all the worried gazes: "I’m fine."
Then she directed her gaze toward Lin Mubai’s gloomy face, asking: "Do you believe ?"
However, the montary hesitation in his eyes once again made her feel foolish, knowing the outco yet still needing to ask.
After that, An Nan no longer looked at everyone’s varied expressions. Amidst the terrified gaze of the man on the ground, she picked up the phone on the bedside and dialed a number she didn’t want to contact: "Rocky, co to the guest room upstairs, and by the way, bring out the surveillance of the guest room corridor. Also, find soone to seal all exits of the Champs Elysees. No one is allowed to enter or exit temporarily, especially Huo Bingxuan and Gao Yuwen."
After putting down the phone, An Nan quietly sat on a chair nearby.
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