Seeing An Ran's clothes in disarray, her collar almost torn apart by that old man.
Chi Cheng's eyes darkened slightly, and after wrapping her in his suit jacket, he carried her horizontally from the back seat of the taxi.
The pleas behind him were incessant, but Chi Cheng seemed not to hear them.
With a calm face, he carried An Ran back to his own car.
"Drive, back to the hotel."
He didn't want this girl's body to carry the scent of another man.
Even if it was just a touch of a finger, it was unacceptable.
Lowering his eyes, Chi Cheng looked at An Ran in his arms, gradually tightening his embrace around her.
He knew from the start that An Ran was coming to take refuge with Xiyan.
Ever since the moment this little girl got on the train, he had been following her from a distance.
Chi Cheng lowered his eyes, gently brushing his cheek against An Ran's little face, murmuring, "An Xiaoran, is it me who is taking revenge on you, or you on me..."
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Inside the hotel suite.
