Looking at An Ran's disheveled appearance, Chi Cheng's eyes darkened slightly. After wrapping her in his suit jacket, he carried her horizontally from the back seat of the taxi.
The pleas from behind were incessant, yet Chi Cheng seemed not to hear them.
With a calm expression, he carried An Ran back to his car.
"Drive, to the hotel."
He didn't want the scent of other men to linger on this girl's body.
Even if it was just a slight touch, it was unacceptable.
Lowering his gaze, Chi Cheng looked at An Ran in his arms, his grip around her gradually tightening.
From the very start, he knew An Ran was coming to see Xiyan.
From the moment this little girl boarded the train, he had been following from a distance.
Chi Cheng lowered his eyes, gently rubbing his cheek against An Ran's, murmuring in a soft voice, "An Xiaoran, is it me who's taking revenge on you, or you on me..."
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Inside the hotel.
