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"Mr. An, Mr. Yang, please come over."
Almost as soon as he opened the door to the room, An Yuan was suddenly surrounded by a large group of people.
Two betas immediately stepped forward and grabbed An Yuan's hand, then took off his ring. "Mr. An, don't panic. Mr. Yang just wants to invite you for a cup of tea and a chat," said the alpha who had been injured by him earlier.
Escape had reached its end, and now struggling was futile. An Yuan's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and his body lost its strength. If it weren't for the two betas supporting him, he might have already collapsed to the ground. He was too tired.
A group of people surrounded An Yuan and quickly walked towards Yang Wei's office. Vehicles were driving in the thick darkness of the night.
"Mom, is there something wrong?" Zhang Moyan waved to signal the driver to continue driving.
"No, it's just that your old man has been talking about you and An Yuan, so I called to ask where you and An Yuan are."
"At the company, there's been a bit of an issue recently, and I'm dealing with it. An Yuan is right next to me, but he's already asleep," Zhang Moyan said calmly.
"The weather has turned cold again today, so make sure you all take care not to catch a cold."
"Um, you and Dad should also pay more attention at the hospital. If there's anything, just tell Rong and they will take care of it."
"Uh, okay. I have to say, these young guys are really good. They take care of everything without us having to say anything. Right now, they're even keeping the old man company and playing cards with him. You'll have to give them a raise later." An's mother is quite happy.
"Okay, no problem. It's not early anymore. Mom, you should rest early. After I finish my work, I will come with An Yuan to see you."
"Okay, take care of yourself!" Hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan leaned back in the back seat and rubbed his throbbing temples.
The driver glanced at Zhang Moyan in the rearview mirror, looking worried. "Boss, why don't you take a nap? I'll wake you up when we get there, it won't delay anything!"
Zhang Moyan nodded, but only closed his eyes. All he could see in his mind was An Yuan. He didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid. Afraid that if he fell asleep, he would dream of An Yuan, covered in blood, telling him that he had to leave him.
The phone rang, and Zhang Moyan opened his eyes. "Hello, big brother, everything is ready. Should we give him a little prelude?"
"Don't move! Wait for me to arrive before doing anything!"
"Hey, that's fine! After all, the entire night is already under our surveillance, not even a mouse can escape!"
"Old Lin, hurry up!"
Heizi Although this person is always unreliable, he is the most attentive in critical moments. Over the years, everything he has entrusted to Heizi has never gone wrong. But this time, he can't rest assured.
Because the stake is An Yuan, and he can't bear even a little harm.
The office door opened, and Yang Wei paced back and forth inside with a serious look on his face. When he saw An Yuan being brought in by a few people, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Straightening out his disheveled clothes, he sat down at the desk and said, "Bring a chair for Mr. An."
On the way here, my stomach started to ache again, and An Yuan kept soothing it with his hand, but it didn't gradually ease off like last time.
His legs were a bit unsteady, and An Yuan slowly sat down on the chair. Yang Wei pushed the cup over, "Warm fresh milk, it'll soothe your throat."
An Yuan His lips were cracked and bleeding in several places. He moistened them with saliva, causing a sharp pain, then shook his head.
Yang Wei sighed, "I only found out that Mr. An was here a few hours ago, so I asked my men to bring you here for a cup of tea. I didn't expect them to be so careless, which frightened Mr. An. I've already called Manager Zhang personally, and he will be here shortly." Then smiling, "But it seems that Manager Zhang has some misunderstandings about me, so he took some aggressive measures. I hope Mr. An can help me explain to Manager Zhang later."
Yang Wei placed the tablet in front of An Yuan. Outside in the dark night, they were heavily surrounded. A car drove into the crowd, and two people got out of the car. Even though they were far apart, An Yuan immediately recognized Zhang Moyan.
Tears rapidly gathered in An Yuan's dry eyes. He could barely control himself. It had been less than a day since he and Zhang Moyan parted ways, but the longing in his heart had already surged like waves.
The dirty fingers lingered on the screen, touching the figure. Perhaps due to the lighting, An Yuan felt that Zhang Moyan's hair was somewhat shiny.
The clean clothes were brought over, "The bathroom is on the right, Mr. An, please help yourself."
Everyone retreated, feeling extremely weak. An Yuan propped himself up on the table and tried standing up a few times. The wound on his back had started to throb. Gritting his teeth, he picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom. He couldn't let Zhang Moyan see him in this state.
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