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Although Lin Ange saw that Gong Nanling was fine for the time being, she did not let go of the uneasiness in her heart.

Although his pace was much slower, it was still urgent.

He accidentally kicked the stairs. The tip of his foot hurt, and he staggered for a moment before throwing himself forward.

Lu Yiyao pulled her into his arms.

"An'an, slow down …"

"…"

Lin Ange steadied her breathing