Qiao Xuan's information, Lan Ye had also read it in Xiao Zheng's notebook before.

However, it was all for her game stats, and it was the first time I had seen detailed information about her.

Lan Ye untied the thread and took out the paper from the bag.

At first glance, you can see what the problem is.

On the file, the column of Qiao Xuan's parents is blank.

Only one "Xue Ling" was filled in the emergency contact, and the note was aunt.

"She doesn't have parents?" Lan Ye raised his eyes and asked.

"No, both of her parents died," Hua Ning sat beside Lan Ye and pointed to the stack of materials, "You look down." ”

Lan Ye turned another page, his pupils constricting suddenly.

【…… year, he studied in Huichuan No. 2 Middle School, and was expelled due to a fight outside the school. 】

【…… In the year, he was enrolled in Yangtai No. 3 Middle School, and was expelled because of a fight outside the school. 】

"This is what I just asked someone to check, and it's fresh and hot first-hand information."

Hua Ning glanced at Lan Ye: "Qiao Xuan has been fighting since she could study, she is much better than us who were scolded as Internet addicted teenagers back then." ”

Lan Ye looked at the archival records quietly and didn't say a word.

Hua Ning turned her head to look at Lan Ye: "Now, do you still insist that she enter FR?" ”

The past is clear at a glance, and without asking why Qiao Xuan became like this, this information alone can already make Qiao Xuan never turn over.

Lan Ye threw down the entire brown paper bag and carried the paper full of unbearable records alone.

Hua Ning sighed: "I know it's difficult, you still have to be cautious, after all, it's about FR...... Lan Ye! What do you do—"

Just as Hua Ning was talking, Lan Ye had already tore open the page.

The thin A4 paper was torn between Lan Ye's white and slender fingers.

Two, four, eight...... It ended up as snowflake shards.

"Cultivating her with my heart and letting her achieve her desire to reach the top is the most prudent decision I made."

Lan Ye casually threw the piece of paper with a disdainful smile: "As for the rest...... It doesn't matter to me, to her. ”

Hua Ning watched the information become waste paper, unable to say a word.

Lan Ye stood up and said to Hua Ning: "Qiao Xuan will report tomorrow morning, her dormitory must be sorted out tonight and handed over to you." ”

"Lan Ye—Lan Ye!"

Hua Ning screamed a few times but didn't stop, and was so angry that she punched the pillow.

Looking down at the shredded paper all over the ground, Hua Ning gritted her teeth: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, why did you tear it, why did you throw it on the ground, I don't know if Aunt Cleaning is not there at this time!" ”

The self-inflicted flower manager squatted on the carpet and picked up the shredded paper one by one - he wouldn't have shown it to Lan Ye if he had known!

Lan Ye came out of Hua Ning's office, didn't go to Xiao Zheng, but casually pushed open the lounge and found a sofa to sit down.

The lights weren't turned on, so they meditated silently in the dark.

Even if Hua Ning didn't show Lan Ye this, Lan Ye knew that Qiao Xuan's past would inevitably be bumpy.

I just didn't expect it......

It's going to be so bumpy.

Dropped out of school continuously, both parents died, and the host was under the fence......

With all these performances superimposed, Lan Ye didn't even dare to guess what Qiao Xuan had experienced.

In Qiao Xuan's unknown past, what role did she play?

…… Ring.

Lan Ye closed his eyes, and the ring was the only clue.

He had never thought of tracking it down before, but now, he couldn't wait to start remembering.

He got the ring when he was sixteen, five years ago.