Ling Yichen was dragged by An Lan halfway, then waved her hand and his expression returned to his cold and taciturn appearance.

An Lan looked at his appearance and frowned in anger and said, "Why are you crazy? What does this matter have to do with you? Do you have to mess with Feng Yu?"

"It's not your business!" Ling Yichen glanced at her coldly and walked forward.

"What does it mean to be my business? After all, that's me... I was injured to persuade the fight! I wouldn't stop you if I had known it, so I would have beaten each other to death!"

An Lan was so angry that she was so angry that she was almost said that I was one of the protagonists in a hurry, but fortunately she held it back.

She said, no longer thinking about this inexplicable man, and turned around and left angrily.

Unexpectedly, my arm was suddenly caught-

She was still angry and turned her head and said angrily: "What are you doing? You couldn't get enough of it just now, and you still want to hit me?"

Ling Yichen lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at her arm, and said indifferently: "You are injured."

An Lan couldn't help rolling her eyes and said nonsense. Isn't it obvious?

She held back the displeasure and curled her lips and said, "I can't die."

As she said that, she bent down and rubbed her legs. She fell to the ground and her whole body was hurt, but she didn't have the nerve to rub it.

Ling Yichen didn't speak anymore, pulled her toward the parking lot, and took out the medical box from the car.

After the smell of disinfectant drifted to her nose, An Lan subconsciously frowned. She really didn't like the smell.

Ling Yichen saw her little movements and cleaned and disinfected her with a constant expression.

An Lan turned her head away, and the sun shone through the shade of the tree, as if a layer of golden light was scattered, so dazzling that it made people unable to remove their eyes.

Her slender fingers held the cotton swab and gently disinfected her, with a focused and serious look.

She looked at this face, her eyes flashed with curiosity, and she asked casually: "Are you very familiar with An Lan? If you fight with someone for her, if your fans see it, your face is broken by someone, you will probably feel distressed."

"It's not in the way."

"You are really outspoken. If you don't have a face to go into the market, it will start at least 100,000 yuan. It's a pity to be disfigured." An Lan shook her head and sighed twice, looking regretful.

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help but scream in pain, turned her head and blew into the wound, and glared: "Ling Yichen, you did it on purpose, you are too dark, it's just a joke."

Ling Yichen quietly packed up his things, and raised his eyes to her and said, "I learned from you."

"That was also what they provoked me. If I stood there honestly and got beaten, wouldn't I be stupid?" An Lan curled her lips, knowing that he was talking about the last audition.

But she didn't expect that he could get the point of the matter as soon as possible when he seemed indifferent.

Thinking of her redirecting the topic back, she continued to ask: "You haven't told me yet, who is An Lan you?"

But Ling Yichen obviously didn't want to continue this topic. After packing the medical box, he wanted to turn around and leave.

An Lan followed behind her and chased her reluctantly. When Ling Yichen opened the car door, she blocked his way with her body. She raised her head and looked at him and said, "After all, I have saved you once. Can't I satisfy my curiosity?"

Ling Yichen raised his eyes, his bright black eyes were like a calm lake, without any emotion.

An Lan didn't intend to give in, and the two stared at each other.

After a long time, Ling Yichen coldly spit out four words—

"One-meeting fate."

When An Lan heard this, she thought to herself, she came to worship after a while and started fighting with Feng Yu. Who are you lying to?

Thinking of this, she smiled thoughtfully, looked at Ling Yichen and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Ling to be so affectionate, but I guess it's so simple that it's more than just one meeting."

Ling Yichen looked at her without any hesitation, and after getting in the car, he left without saying a word, leaving An Lan standing behind and savoring the cigarette at the rear of the car.

She touched her chin, and a meaningful smile rose from the corner of her lips...
Chapter completed!