"But that's no excuse to treat Xiaohan like that," Mr. He's volume suddenly rose; his somewhat cloudy eyes stared at Bai Wei, "No wonder you have such a big issue with your brother, I also have my own serious complaints about him."
"Grandpa He, I knew you would always see things clearly," Bai Wei, as if armed with an Imperial Sword, gave Bai Qian a fierce glare, who only responded with a helpless smile.
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Fu Han exited the women's restroom and nearly collided with someone. She braked abruptly but before she could steady herself, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.
This was an embrace she could never forget even in her dreams, yet now there was a scent she wasn't familiar with, a faint smell of disinfectant, along with the chill of the night air.
"Let me go!" Fu Han struggled desperately. The thought of where He Xing's scent of disinfectant came from infuriated her.