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Chapter 2231

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"That's because you're not well-informed …" Wei Liao purposely provoked him.

"You knew, and so did Lord Su, but you two didn't tell me … Are you still my brother?" Tang Chuan was full of resentment. He pointed at Wei Liao and Su Yu and complained.

"But you didn't ask us …" Su Yu shamelessly responded.

"Damn, damn, damn … Lord Su, you're so mean … I'm not going to talk to you guys anymore. I have to go see her."

After speaking, Tang Chuan hurriedly walked out.

Su Yu added, "Master Tang, don't rush. Pay for us first."

"F * ck off, I don't have any money," Tang Chuan angrily replied.

Tang Chuan went out and got into his red Ferrari. He impulsively drove to South Hill Manor.

However, when he arrived, he realized that he had come so recklessly. What identity should he use to see her?

If they were friends, they weren't that close.

What about lovers? Qin Ning didn't even know how she felt about him.

So, his dilemma came back. Tang Chuan's car stopped at the door for a long time. He was conflicted for a long time.

In the end, he drove away without entering the house.

After dinner, Qin Ning played on the treadmill in the gym for a while. She was sweating profusely.

After taking a shower, she realized that she had a WeChat message on her phone. She opened it and saw that it was from Tang Chuan.

"I heard that … you're back?" Tang Chuan sent her a text message instead of a voice message.

Qin Ning immediately replied. However, in the end, she gradually deleted the typed words and only one word was left: "Yeah."

"It's very cold here. You might not be used to the temperature. Remember to wear more clothes," Tang Chuan reminded her.

Seeing this, Qin Ning's heart warmed.

"Thank you."

However, her distant "thank you" made Tang Chuan speechless. So, their conversation ended there.

When Qin Ning realized this, she felt quite regretful. She didn't know why she was so pretentious.

"Would it kill you to say a few more words?" Qin Ning muttered to herself.

"Auntie, who are you talking to?" Pudding opened the door and entered.

"No … I didn't." Qin Ning immediately felt guilty.

"Auntie … You seem to be … unsettled after coming back this time. Did something happen?"

Pudding noticed that Qin Ning was always absent-minded during dinner.

"Um … You're overthinking it, Pudding. I didn't."

"Don't brush me off. I'm not a kid …" Pudding said confidently.

Qin Ning: …

"If I'm not mistaken, she's probably worried about Uncle Tang." Pudding guessed.

"How did you know?" Qin Ning immediately felt guilty when her secret was exposed.

"Previously, he followed you to America and stayed there for so long. Then, he suddenly came back … Every time you video called us, you didn't seem to be in a good mood … I guessed that something might have happened between you two …"

"There's no unhappiness. Actually …"

"Did Tang Chuan bully you? If that's the case, tell me. I'll avenge you … "Pudding asked.

Qin Ning hugged Pudding lovingly and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and said, "No, he didn't bully me. It's my own problem. I can't see my own heart clearly. Maybe … I hurt him unintentionally. That's all."

"Men are meant to hurt. It's not that easy to get a girl. Don't blame yourself, Auntie …" Pudding's aura was much stronger. Her words were also very domineering. Qin Ning laughed out loud.

"Okay, Pudding. I'll remember what you said …"

"So … Auntie, you've actually fallen for Uncle Tang, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have suddenly decided to come back to China. After all, you weren't used to the atmosphere back home … "Pudding probed.

Although Pudding was a kid, she spoke like an adult, so Qin Ning's heart sank.

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