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"Wen Zhihan!" Lin Jiaoyang shouted loudly. Wen Zhihan, who was not far ahead, stopped and stood there. Lin Jiaoyang walked up to her. Although his eyes were cold, his tone was still gentle. "Is what they say true?" Wen Zhihan looked at the boy in front of him, and thought of what Jiang Yao said to him before, and felt that she was right. Only if she took the initiative to stay away from him, he would not be contaminated by some bad remarks because of her. "Don't you already know everything? Why are you still asking me?!" Wen Zhihan didn't dare to look into Lin Jiaoyang's eyes when he said this. "I just want to hear what you say!" Wen Hanyue said nothing. "I beg you! As long as you tell me what they say is not true, I will believe you, I only believe you!" Lin Jiaoyang said with a cry. When Wen Zhihan heard how humble he looked at this moment, his heart ached like blood. "What they say is true." Wen Zhihan finished speaking calmly and turned to leave. She kept blinking her eyes for fear of tears falling, saying she was sorry countless times in her heart.