Cold Night Shen instantly fell silent."My grandson, why do you only have your father as a son That's because your grandfather didn't want to see his brothers fighting! The Leng Corporation has been pa..."Miss, how about we play something else" Lang An kindly suggested.

After fifty tries, Lang An felt like his hand was going to fall off.

But at this moment, even Xing'er was in a bad mood.

Lang An gazed at Lian Xing'er's slightly pouted pink lips, tasting the feeling of "helplessness" for the first time in his heart.

At that moment, a young-looking boy wearing black cowgirl pants, a gray jacket, a mask, and a baseball cap, walked straight up to the claw machine where Lian Xing'er was playing.

The boy tossed in his coins neatly, then grasped the joystick. After adjusting the position, he pressed the button.

The steel claw descended, seizing the little sheep figurine that had just dangled from the exit glass panel.

With the steel claw rising and vibrating after returning, the lamb plush toy finally landed accurately into the exit.

The boy bent down and retrieved the sheep plush toy from the bottom of the claw machine. Then he turned sideways and handed it to Lian Xing'er.

Lian Xing'er stared at the boy, but unfortunately he pulled his baseball cap down too low, and with half his face covered by a mask, she could only see his eyelids.

The boy saw that Lian Xing'er didn't respond for a long time, so he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He stuffed the sheep doll into Lian Xing'er's hand and then turned to leave.

Lang An looked at the boy's back, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. In his heart, he affirmed: "It's Ming Sihan!"

Lian Xing'er suddenly came back to her senses, but the boy's figure had already vanished into the crowd.

Lang An was just about to speak, “Miss,” when he suddenly realized, that person just now was Ming Sihan!

But, what came next, Lang An seemed about to speak but stopped himself.

Then Xing'er casually stuffed the sheep plush toy into Lang An's hand, her eyes sparkling with joy. "This time, we caught a sheep!" she exclaimed. "But we have to thank that young boy just now."

"Miss, as long as you're happy." Lang An remained expressionless.

Lian Xing'er couldn't help but raise her hand, extending her index finger and poking Lang An's lips. She asked, "I rarely see you smile. Can't you smile one for me"

Then, Lang An smiled.

It's just that kind of "gritted teeth" smile.

Lian Xing'er said listlessly, "Forget it."

"Buzz—" The phone in his upper pocket started to vibrate.

Lian Xing'er took out her phone and saw that the message on the screen was from "Ming Sihan." She was so happy she almost jumped up.

"See, Ming Sihan finally replied to my text message!"

Just a second ago, Lian Xing had been proudly holding her phone up to Lang An's face, showing him the message. But in the next instant, she withdrew her phone and, as she read the message content, the smile on her face gradually faded.

Lang An didn't know what Ming Sihan had said to Lian Xing'er in the text message. Lian Xing'er's face slowly became very ugly.

Lian Xing'er clutched the phone tightly in her hand, her fingertip pressing on the screen, which began to flash red and white.

After an unknown amount of time, Lian Xing suddenly smiled brightly at Lang An and said, "Lang An, have you ever drunk wine"

Lang An shook his head.

Then Lian Xing'er continued, "Why don't we buy some wine and drink it back home"

"Drinking is harmful to one's health." Lang An answered off-topic.

Lian Xing'er grinned. "Just this once!"

She finished speaking and turned away, her eyes brimming with tears.

Lang An was still curious what Ming Sihan had said to the young mistress, that it would make her “happy” enough to go buy alcohol.

After leaving the arcade, Lian Xing went to the liquor aisle in the supermarket. When she said she wanted to buy wine, the cashier asked her, "Little girl, are you of age"

"Do I look underage" Xing'er asked with a discontented face.

"Could you please show me your ID" The cashier smiled awkwardly.

Lang An immediately stepped forward and, from Lian Xing'er's handbag, took out her ID card and handed it to the cashier.

The cashier, a middle-aged woman, saw that Li Xinger’s ID card showed she had just turned 18. She kindly advised, “Little girl, you’re still young. Drinking is bad for your health.”

Lian Xing'er pouted and turned to leave.

Lang An looked at the cashier, a middle-aged woman, and gave her a slight nod. "Thank you," he said.

Since I can't buy alcohol to drink, then let's go to a bar!

Lián Xīng'ěr took out her phone and started searching for the addresses of nearby bars.

Lang An, seeing this, immediately snatched Lian Xing'er's phone and stopped her. "Miss, before you left, madam specifically instructed me that anything harmful to your health is not allowed near you."

"Lang An, do you know what it feels like to be heartbroken" Lian Xing'er suddenly asked out of the blue, her eyes filled with sadness.

The two of them stood on the sidewalk, with a bustling street on one side and a stream of vehicles on the other.

The streetlamp suddenly lit up, its brilliance falling into Lian Xing'er's eyes, as if her original color had been lost.

Lang An slightly frowned and said calmly, "I don't know."

"Then let me tell you, what heartbreak feels like," Lian Xing'er held back her tears, refusing to let them fall before Lang An, but her lips trembled uncontrollably, "It's... a kind of... very painful, very sour, very cold..."

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