'So, it's better not to let him know.' Thinking of this, Alena blinked and said dryly before she could answer. "I-I don't know. That person...that person pushed me from behind that's why I didn't catch a glimpse of his look."

Waylon looked at her lowered gaze and evasive eyes, and it became clear to him.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed Alena's little nose with a little bit of annoyance at her merciful attitude. "Alena, you are so kind. What if you're bullied in the future again, how can it be good?"

Alena's corner of mouth twitched awkwardly. Tongue-tied and baffled, she wasn't prepared to answer this question.

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