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Sang Shen's people had also told him everything that Sang Jiao had said to his elder brother today. He switched out from the page with the reporter and instead sent a message to a group of bodyguards.
That night, Sang Jiao was bagged and beaten up, but of course, those are later events.
At this moment, the weather was clear, the sun hung high in the sky, bathing the ground in yellow light, Sang Shen was tightly wrapped in his own thoughts; it had been quite a few days since he last saw Sang Qiao.
He followed her advice and visited his grandfather more often, and he stayed away from loitering outside her family's company.
But he had been filming for a long time, was exhausted, and desperately wanted to see her to continue shooting. His vision was blurry, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
The place where he stood was also far from Sang Qiao's villa; even if her car returned, he would at most catch a glimpse of the taillights.
