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Chapter 2030

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An Lan was about to go to the meeting when she saw Su Run calling. She hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Lawyer An, this is bad." Su Run's very nervous voice was heard. "I feel that something is wrong with the presiding judge today. He's already late."

"…"

An Lan rubbed the space between her eyebrows. "Um … I was late this morning too. Not just this morning, I've been late for half a month. It's not strange that I'm late."

Please, can't you find a better excuse to make me softhearted towards Xu Baohan?

"But the presiding judge is never late," Su Run said. "I've been working in the court for several years, and I've never seen him late even once. Even when he had the flu and fever a few days ago, he dragged his body to work, and he wasn't late for even a minute. And when he came over this morning, I saw that he looked terrible."

An Lan muttered in her heart, could it be that she had tortured him too much these past few days? That's right, he was already very tired from going to work every day, and he still had to go to her place to cook dinner, clean up, and warm the bed at night. He could only sleep at one o 'clock. It was indeed quite miserable, but a tall and strong man like him shouldn't collapse so easily. Could it be that the fever from last time was too severe, and the damage to his body's foundation was too great?

It was also possible. After all, he was already so old and couldn't compare to a young man in his twenties.

Maybe I shouldn't be too ruthless tonight.



At night, An Lan returned home after socializing. Just as she walked out of the house, the lights in the corridor were alarmed by the sound of footsteps. She looked up and saw Xu Baohan leaning against the door of his house. The orange lights lingered around him, and he exuded a lonely aura.

An Lan thought that there was something wrong with him today. Although he didn't give her a good look in the past, he would always smile when he saw her.

"You're back." Seeing her appear, Xu Baohan straightened his body and smiled at her, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

An Lan looked at him strangely. "Have you eaten?"

"No."

An Lan frowned. She had clearly replied to him on WeChat in the afternoon that she was going to talk to a client outside tonight. Why didn't he come up after eating? "Do you want to starve to death?"

"An Lan, you still care about me, don't you?" Xu Baohan's pale lips curled up slightly as he went forward to hug her gently.

However, before he could get close, An Lan blocked him with her bag.

Looking at him now, she seriously suspected that Su Run had deliberately called her in the morning to soften her heart. In fact, the two of them were using the trick of injuring themselves to gain confidence.

Xu Baohan looked at her for a while and lowered his long eyelashes. "An Lan, my grandfather … died last night."

An Lan was stunned. It was probably because she rarely heard him mention his family. In short, they didn't have much contact. Suddenly hearing him say that his grandfather was dead, she was lost in thought for a moment.

So he had a grandfather.

She had always thought that it was long gone.

The lights in the corridor above his head went out. Through the moonlight, the darkness on his body overflowed without concealment.

This was the first time she had seen Xu Baohan so lonely, like a homeless child.

She wanted to harden her heart, but she still felt sympathy for him.

"Why not?" she asked in a low voice. "I never heard you mention it before."

"After my uncle's accident, he suffered a stroke and was stimulated." Xu Baohan raised his head, his throat slightly hoarse. "Actually, it's good that he's dead. The old man suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. It's quite boring to live."

An Lan sighed. She knew that his heart was actually not that cold. If it was, he wouldn't be so abnormal. "Did you go to offer incense?"

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