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An Ning, standing behind the door, heard the child's words and was so embarrassed that she almost fainted.
"Can't Principal Yu's lying skills get any higher?"
Now she was too ashamed to face anyone.
'Buzz, buzz, buzz…'
The ringtone of her phone went off. It was a call from An Jiancheng.
An Ning glanced at it, gave a cold smile, and hung up directly.
Shortly after, the call came again, and she hung up once more.
At that moment, she didn't want to answer An Jiancheng's calls, nor was there any need to.
The best thing was for An Xueqi to be kept in prison. She would not accept any pleadings or threats to release An Xueqi again.
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On the other end of the phone,
An Jiancheng, seeing the call disconnected again, threw the phone aside in a fury. "That wretched girl, she's actually not answering my calls."
Zhou Shiran, crying and sobbing, kept wiping her tears with a tissue. "Jiancheng, what do we do now?"