Luckily, Lin Jie came along.
Because Yuanjing Art College is under closed management.
No one can enter without the school's approval.
After Lin Jie had a brief conversation with the security, the two of them got permission.
After the phone call, Chen Fang saw Jiang Xiaofan, looking like a weeping pear blossom, sitting on a bench at the entrance of a teaching building.
It wasn't just as simple as a weeping pear blossom.
Jiang Xiaofan's hair was disheveled, as if it had been pulled, and her clothes were dirty, stained with numerous marks, as if someone had deliberately splattered filth on her.
As soon as she saw Chen Fang.
Jiang Xiaofan couldn't hold back any longer.
She rushed into his arms and started to cry.
"Xiaofan, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry anymore..."
After a month of getting along.
Chen Fang had already regarded her as his little sister.
Zhong Xiqian also really liked her.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have allowed Chen Fang to take her to Yuanjing alone.
