She sniffed and wiped the tears off her face before taking out her phone to answer the call. It was Jiangbei asking her where she went, but An Hao only said that he had already left and was taking a taxi home. She assured him before hanging up.

After putting her phone into her bag, she couldn't help but bury her head between her knees and tightly shrink herself into a ball.

The question that he did not understand after hearing Lin Lang's words seemed to suddenly become clear.

Why did Xia Lan lie and say that the person she secretly loved was Jiangbei? Why did he, who was extremely good at drinking, suddenly get drunk after a few drinks?

But she didn't want to believe that this person was her best friend. They had been friends for more than ten years, from primary school to high school to university. She suspected that no one should suspect her.

But what exactly did Lin Lang mean by that?

"How long are you going to cry here?"

As the familiar voice fell, An Hao lifted his head and saw Lin Lang, who had returned. She subconsciously wanted to get up, but her legs had become paralyzed from squatting for too long, so she fell back onto the ground.

Lin Lang silently stood behind her and stared at her for a moment. Helplessly squatting in front of her, he stared into her eyes and lazily asked: "Do you want me to carry you and walk you away?"

An Hao shook his head: "What did you mean by that? "What do you mean by 'cheapening my best friend'?"

"You really don't know anything." Lin Lang poked his forefinger into the space between her eyebrows: "The person who drugged your wine that night, and got someone to throw you into my room, was the woman who drank with you that night. Her name is Lan, Xia Lan, right? It's her. "

An Hao stared at him blankly, and after a few seconds, she became furious. She reached out and grabbed his collar, and said with red eyes: "Lin Lang, you can't speak carelessly. She's my best friend, a friend that we grew up together."

Lin Lang reached out his hand to brush her hand away and laughed absent-mindedly: "But I can't stop her from liking your man."

"You can't speak carelessly." An Hao roared out, tears flowing from the corner of her eyes. She stared into Lin Lang's eyes and asked hoarsely: "Where is the evidence? "You said that she wanted to harm me. Where is the evidence?"

Seeing her crying like a abandoned little pug, Lin Lang let out a long sigh, turned around and with his back facing her, he squatted in front of her and helplessly said: "Come up, I'll take you to see the evidence now."

An Hao hesitated for a moment, but still chose to lie down on his back. The moment she moved, her clothes fell to the ground, she anxiously extended her hand to pick them up, only to realize that it was a new lady's coat, even the label had not been hung on.

3,999 yuan wasn't a particularly wealthy price, but it would make a commoner like her shy away.

"These clothes .." She couldn't help but ask, "Did you just buy it?"

"Congratulations, you got it right." A lazy voice entered his ears, "But I'm not giving it to you for free. When the time comes, remember to return the money to me."

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Xia Lan sat on a chair and looked at the monitoring screen in front of him. At the back door, Xia Lan personally handed over a photo to the man and pointed towards the direction of the dark drinking-table. On that day, she sat there drinking and that man with a height of at least 1.8 meters looked at his big waist.

Why was this the truth?