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"It's okay, don't worry, the person who should be saying sorry isn't you, it's the Chu Family," Ye Wudao told her.
Fang Yi didn't know where Ye Wudao was getting his confidence from; all she could do was give a bitter smile—she really couldn't think of any way out for Ye Wudao.
At this time, most of the people inside the church had already left, only a man in his thirties was still sitting in a chair without moving. He had been watching everything from the beginning to the end, not as an onlooker interested in the commotion, but watching Ye Wudao with emotions flickering across his face—shock, nervousness, a furrowed brow—it seemed as though he recognized Ye Wudao.
Soon after, the man in his thirties stood up from the church pew, looking back at Ye Wudao a few times as he walked, and then hurriedly left the church.
