Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s-Chapter 2147 - 2142: The Address Written on the Hand

"Suspicion? Absolutely not!" An Hao hurriedly denied.

"I heard everything. You want to check Hou Zicheng’s medical records. This puzzles me, I only had contact with Hou Zicheng, what exactly are you suspecting me of?" Hua Jin asked very directly.

An Hao found that talking to this person really didn’t require beating around the bush.

Because if you beat around the bush with him, and speak in a cryptic way, he will straighten all those twists into one very direct statement.

However, this question left An Hao unable to answer, so she could only speak with a tough attitude: "Hua... Jin, this has nothing to do with you! I have a grudge against Hou Zicheng, I want to investigate him, is that not okay?"

"Sure! It’s okay!" Hua Jin said, lowering his head and taking out a pen from his shirt pocket, then he grabbed An Hao’s hand.

"Hey... What are you doing..." An Hao panicked and tried to pull her hand back, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t move her hand, "Hey, Hua Jin, let go of my hand!"

Hua Jin slightly frowned, looked at An Hao with a helpless expression: "Are you sure you don’t want it?"

"Want what? Can’t you speak clearly?" His words were unclear, and he kept holding her hand tightly, no girl would be able to tolerate this.

"The hospital where Hou Zicheng received treatment, you want to check his medical records, don’t you?" Hua Jin asked.

"Oh, oh! Yes, that’s right!" Since he already brought it up, An Hao decided not to hide it anymore.

"That’s right. Extend your palm, I’ll give you the address!" Hua Jin finished speaking, watching An Hao’s delicate hand slowly open, revealing a soft palm.

Hua Jin lowered his head, quickly scribbling a string of letters and numbers on An Hao’s palm with the pen tip.

The feeling of the pen tip dancing on her palm was ticklish, with a slight bit of pain, making An Hao want to pull her hand back several times.

Finally, the address was written.

Looking at her full palm, An Hao suddenly realized, didn’t he have a book in his hand? Why did he have to write on her hand?

Hua Jin seemed to have guessed An Hao’s thoughts, smiled and waved the book in his hand: "This information is valuable, can’t scribble carelessly! Anyway, you don’t trust me! For someone you don’t trust, it’s not wrong to treat her in a special way!"

An Hao: "..."

Seeing An Hao fell silent, Hua Jin smiled and waved at her: "Goodbye! Although I admire you, it seems you inexplicably have prejudice against me... since it’s like this, well... goodbye then!"

Hua Jin left, and An Hao, clutching her hand, quickly ran back to the classroom, thinking she must remember this address.

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At night, the campus lights were brilliant.

Standing upstairs, pushing the window open, Hua Jin could see groups of boys and girls walking together on the wide road in the campus, faces filled with visions of the future.

He once had those kind of visions too.

But now, everything has become the past.

The bedside phone rang, Hua Jin answered the call, and Yuan Yunong’s voice came through, soft and sweet: "Hua Jin..."

This gentle call instantly took him back to the tender times of the past.

However, in just a brief moment, he snapped back to reality: "Speak, what do you need?"