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Xiao Yihe had not attended a class reunion for a long time, and when everyone saw the scars on his face, aversion, fear, and pity all fell upon him.
He looked around and eventually fixed his gaze on An Lan, treating everyone else as if they were air, and walked over to her. He took the initiative to pull out the empty chair beside her and sat down. An Lan frowned and spoke coldly, "Sorry, this seat is taken."
"Lanlan, everyone is here now, who could possibly be sitting here?" Xiao Yihe spoke with intimacy in his voice, as if the two of them were still the boyfriend and girlfriend of the past, drawing the gossipy stares of everyone present.
An Lan disliked this feeling very much. She stroked the rim of her glass with one hand and turned her head to raise a smile at him, devoid of any warmth.
"This class reunion allowed us to bring family members, and of course, the seat next to me is for my spouse, my husband. Is there a problem?"
