Nine years have passed since this incident, and An Ran must have died. She never believed that Mo Xiaoran would be An Ran!
But Huang Xiaojue's attitude towards Mo Xiaoran...
Thinking of this, An Tian still took the risk to come to Huang Xiaojue's side, "Jue... Is Mo Xiaoran really An Ran?" If so, then she herself is not finished?
An Ran is the flesh and blood of An Ran, and she is just an alternative to An Ran! When An Ran comes back, her status will undoubtedly be greatly reduced and she will no longer be favored at home! She should not do this...
"You don't need to know this."
An Tian shuddered in a cold tone. She quickly changed the subject, with a sweet smirk on her face, and drank and danced with Huang Xiaojue as if nothing had happened.
But no matter what she did, there was a sentence circling in her mind: I want to prove to Huang Xiaojue that Mo Xiaoran is not Ran'er! If it really doesn't work, it doesn't matter if I kill her...
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It was five o'clock in the morning, and Mo Xiaoran woke up from the dining table again.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and cursed myself in my heart, why did I fall asleep again?
All night, she lie on the dining table and wakes up. She doesn't find a room to sleep, just to wait for Huang Xiaojue to come back to warm him up for a midnight snack. But she has to be disappointed, and the sky is covered with white belly, but
He still didn't come back...
Just as I was about to give up waiting and go to have a good sleep, the sound of a car sounded outside the door, and it was getting closer and closer, and stopped at the door.
In an instant, Mo Xiaoran was completely sleepy and was about to open the door. But she heard a charming female voice, "Ah... I can't stand firm... Jue, can you help me..."