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Qi Zhenghan had already sunken deep, unable to extricate himself.
Towards that young girl, Qi Zhenghan knew there was no affection; he merely wanted to see a face that bore some resemblance to He Tiantian's, hoping to alleviate the pain of longing.
The girl was innocent; he was destined not to fall in love with her, yet he sent out the wrong signals. How was he any different from those thugs?
He couldn't have the one he loved, he understood that kind of agony and didn't want other innocent people to endure the same.
He couldn't come here anymore, otherwise, he would hurt an unsuspecting young girl.
Qi Zhenghan drove away!
By the time Zhang Mengmeng finished her work, Qi Zhenghan had already left.
Zhang Mengmeng felt a sense of loss inside, but at the same time, there was a sliver of relief.
