Before she could say anything, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind Su Wanqing, put his big hand on her head, and snatched away the pink pendant mobile phone.
"What are you doing?" Huang's voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness. He grabbed her shoulders with his big hands and pulled her over. His face was gloomy and scary, "Who allowed you to run around, who allowed you to make private calls?
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Su Wanqing's face turned pale, she didn't expect this guy to find her so quickly.
"Isn't it okay if I just call my mother?" she asked unhappily.
"Not now!" Huang looked unkind and threw the phone into the hand of the girl next to him.
The enthusiastic girl looked at them in surprise. When she opened the call record, a look of anger appeared on her face.
She raised her head and roared angrily at Su Wanqing: "Hey, I'm talking about you, I kindly lent you my mobile phone, but you actually made an international long distance call, why are you like this!"
Su Wanqing's face turned pale again, unable to refute at all, so she could only apologize with shame: "I'm sorry..."
"Is it enough to just say sorry? What about the international long distance call to China? Aren't you cheating on me?" The girl is straight-tempered and her anger never goes out.
Although Huang was angry inside, he couldn't bear to see others yelling at Shaori, so he stepped forward and protected her behind him.
"How much, I will compensate you ten times." He stared coldly at the roaring girl in front of him, with displeasure in his dark eyes.
With just one glance, the girl was shocked by the tall and gloomy ice cube man in front of her. Her lips turned white. She wanted to say something, but the complaint reached her throat and she swallowed it hard.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Huang took out his leather armor, pulled out a wad of cash, stuffed it into the girl's hand, then hugged Su Wanqing and left without looking back.
The girl looked at the countless banknotes in her hand with a happy face. As she put them in her pocket, she muttered: "It's great to be rich, huh."
Su Wanqing was forcibly carried by Hoshino Huang and returned to the maple tree. Her shoulders kept struggling, but she just couldn't get rid of his grip.
"Don't move, I'm in a bad mood right now." Huang warned coldly.
Su Wanqing stared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Are you in a bad mood? No matter how bad your mood is, are you in a bad mood like me?!"
He forced her to sit down on the cushions, her cheeks bulging with anger.
The barbecue on the shelf was already a little dark and smelled of burning.
"Hoshino Huang, what did you do before you took me away from Japan?" Su Wanqing couldn't hold back and wanted to ask clearly.
"Why did my mother say that I was in Italy? Why did she say that I had lost my memory? And Xichen, what happened to Xichen?"
She grabbed his arm and looked him firmly in the eyes.
"I don't know." Huang threw her arm away impatiently, "Don't ask me."
"You lied, you know." Su Wanqing refused, grabbed his arm again, and asked, "Mom, what do you mean when you say I'm a fake?"
"You're a little out of your mind, I'll take you back." Huang said with a cold face, making a show of getting up.
Su Wanqing held him tightly, refusing to let go, and asked urgently: "If I am a fake, then who am I really..."
When he said this, a light flashed in Su Wanqing's mind, and his whole expression froze, and he stood still.