Chapter 857 The So-Called Sympathy

Ah Yan, how could he be Gong Haotian's son? This is so unbelievable!
Apart from shock, An Luo was left with nothing but shock.

"Ah Yan...do you know?"

"I know, he should have discovered his life experience a long time ago."

So, during that time, Lu Zhanyan would leave Xingfu Village frequently, for several months?

It turned out that he was investigating his own life experience, and the truth that he was Gong Haotian's son dealt a big blow to An Luo.

After a long silence, she said, "I know how to be a mother."

Lu Zhanyan saved her life, so she couldn't hate him, but for the sake of her mother, An Luo had no choice but to agree.

After leaving the master bedroom, she walked downstairs in a daze. When she met Dr. He, he said worriedly, "What's wrong with you? You don't look very good. Let me feel your pulse?"

Shaking her head, she refused, and then asked: "Uncle He, have you seen Ah Yan?"

"It seems to be going to the back garden, may I look for it for you?"

"It's okay, I'll find it myself."

Seeing the back of her turning away after she finished speaking, Dr. He was a little worried, but he could only worry if the other party didn't say anything.

Just when An Luo arrived at the first floor and was about to search in the back garden, she suddenly heard two small conversations. She stopped in surprise, frowned and listened carefully.

"Shao Yan, it was Mr. Marin who sent me to tell you the truth. He didn't want you to live a life of lies. In the end, Mr. Marin gave up even the chance to survive in order to protect you. He really loves you. Of course, he loves Wujiwu because he loves your mother."

Lu Zhanyan was silent, but the tears in his eyes revealed his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the person who secretly gave him information all these years and helped him investigate the truth turned out to be John Marin, a character he would never have thought of even if he killed him.

But this person died indirectly by his own hands, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"Young Master Yan, I feel wronged for Mr. Marin. He was so kind to you, but in the end...he ended up like this, so I think it is necessary to let you know the truth."

"I'm sorry... I don't know anything."

Ashan wiped his tears and said: "I know that Young Master Yan doesn't know anything, so I just feel sorry for Mr. Marin. His body is in the hands of your President. He is buried in peace."

Hearing this request, Lu Zhanyan agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I will do it and bring back Uncle John's body."

After Ashan left, the man cried.

Sadly, he raised his fist and slammed the wall several times, feeling very guilty.

No wonder John Marin said that strange thing that day, so that was what he meant.

Just when he felt guilty and blamed himself, An Luo's figure appeared. She patted the young man's shoulder lightly, and the clinker suddenly turned around and hugged her.

"An Luo... I don't know... I don't know who he is... No wonder he returned Le Yan to me so easily... It turned out that he never thought of making a move, he was afraid of accidentally hurting me..."

The more he talked, the more guilty and uncomfortable he felt, Lu Zhanyan hugged her tightly, wishing that time could turn back.

Then he will find a way to save John Marin's life.

An Luo's eyes were also red.

That day, she lost her most beloved father, and Lu Zhanyan also lost a person who guarded and protected him. It turns out that this is the so-called sympathy for each other.

(End of this chapter)

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