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In a dilapidated, old, dusty warehouse.

After a while, he suddenly heard some movement in front of him. After a series of "sizzling" sounds, a person slowly slid out from the wheelchair.

"Useless thing!" Yang Jianguo suddenly erupted with rage, his hand slammed onto the handle of the wheelchair, causing his veins to stand up: "Get out of my body, before capturing Zhang Xiao Xiao, don't come back to see me!"

Yang Hao was aimlessly walking on the main street, kicking at the stones on the street, frowning as he thought about something.

Once upon a time, he was also a dissolute noble young master of C city. But now, he had fallen into such a state. If it wasn't because of a sudden change in the family, if it wasn't because of … How could Yang Jianguo's temporarily greedy heart become like this?

Today, when the court decision was just made, from today onwards, the DR group would have nothing to do with the Yang family. This news was like the last straw that broke a camel's back. It had cooled the hearts of so many people, and only those who had served them faithfully in the past were following them.

Zhang Xiao Xiao seemed to be the only way to solve this problem. That always cold-hearted man, Yang Hao had once thought that he was immune to poisons and wouldn't be able to find any flaws on his body.

But later on, all the way until Zhang Xiao Xiao appeared and when he had no choice but to go somewhere else to recuperate because of Zhang Xiao Xiao's heavy injuries, he knew that this girl might have become Ling Chen's weak spot.

The facts proved that his guess was right. Ling Chen was with her and had even offended the An clan that they had always been on good terms with each other. Yang Hao had originally thought that by capturing Zhang Xiao Xiao, he would be able to take the chance to threaten Ling Chen, and not ask for too much, only hoping that he could spit out some of the DR's shares.

However, he was still too naive. With regards to his own weakness, how could Ling Chen be at ease letting her wander around freely by herself? Every time she went out, she would always quietly follow the few burly men behind her.

Yang Hao had noticed that there were protruding marks on both sides of their waists. Hmm, that place, was a gun indeed.

Unknowingly, he had arrived at a night market. It was still slightly dark, and it was not yet a proper night. There were only a few people on the night market, making it very quiet.

"Young man, would you like to try some roasted mutton skewers?" "It smells really good." A middle-aged man with an amiable appearance waved the skewer in his hand, greeting Yang Hao.

Yang Hao shook his head, just as he was about to reject, he was filled with depression. How could he still be in the mood to eat?

"Yang Hao?!" Suddenly, a female voice came from behind him, calling out to Yang Hao who was about to leave.

He frowned, turned his head upon hearing the voice, and met Chen Ou's uncertain gaze.

Yang Hao was stunned for a moment. Ever since he graduated, he had almost never seen these students again.

"It's really you!" Chen Ou exclaimed in pleasant surprise. Just now, when she was at the back, she had vaguely felt that this back view was a little familiar. Initially, he wanted to shout out loud, but to think that it would really be him.

"Euro, what, you know this guy?" The middle-aged man scratched his head, looked at Chen Ou, and then looked at Yang Hao.

"Mhmm, that's right, this is my high school classmate." Chen Ou nodded and replied. Seeing Yang Hao's doubtful gaze, she smiled and explained: "This is my father."

So that was how it was, Yang Hao realized what was going on, and nodded to the middle-aged man: "Hello, Uncle."

"Oh, so it's a European classmate. Hi, hello." The middle-aged man wiped his apron with his hand and smiled at him honestly.

Suddenly, a woman rushed out from inside, shouting loudly all the way, "What? "European and European classmates have come?" Even from far away, Yang Hao could hear everything clearly.

At first, he wanted to turn around and leave, but another person appeared. She should be Chen Ou's mother, so Yang Hao could only stay in place politely and nod his head: "Hello Auntie, I'm Yang Hao, Chen Ou's high school classmate."

"Oh, boy, what a handsome face." As she spoke, she patted Yang Hao's shoulder, and sized Yang Hao up: "My daughter is not bad too. You and her have been in high school for three years, you should be able to …."

"Mom!" Before she could even finish her words, Chen Ou tugged at the corner of her clothes, interrupting: What nonsense are you spouting? Her face was red.

At this moment, Yang Hao also realized that Chen Ou's parents had most likely misunderstood their relationship, and immediately felt a little awkward, nodding slightly away.

"Yang Hao, come in and eat some kebabs. I'll let you have a taste of Uncle's cooking skills." Noticing that something was wrong, Father Chen smiled as he tried to smooth things over.

As expected, Mrs. Chan managed to change the topic, but when she heard this, she smiled brilliantly. "Yeah, Auntie, look at this. I was so busy talking to you just now that I forgot to pick on you. Come on in and eat something before you go. "

Yang Hao originally wanted to find a random reason to reject, but with just a glance, he could see Mother Chen's gaze. That kind of loving feeling. Yang Hao's heart moved. He felt that the softest part of his heart had been touched.

Soon, fragrant skewers of meat were served in front of him. He only wanted to politely taste it, but as soon as the meat entered his mouth, his eyes lit up.

"Ou Ou, remember to send some meat skewers to Xiao Xiao tomorrow." Mother Chen and Chen Ou started to chat at the side.

"I know, I know." Chen Ou replied with obvious impatience, "Am I your daughter or am I Xiao Xiao? Why is it that whenever I get something good, the first thing you think of is her?"

Old Mrs. Chen giggled, shook her head and scolded softly, "You child."

When the voice reached Yang Hao's ears, he suddenly stopped eating as if he thought of something, and his entire body trembled.

He didn't even have time to finish the skewers in his hands. He hurriedly got up, left a message that he had left beforehand, then turned around and ran away.

Only the stupefied father and mother were left looking at each other in dismay.