Having been Pestered

Justin's subordinate searched all over the room. "No one is here... But the stuff in the bathroom seems to belong to girls!" There was a hint of forbearance in Justin's eyes. He waved his hand in a fluster and said, "Anne?" It was Justin! Anne laid on the ground and crawled out in a hurry. She was so anxious that she hit her head on the bedboard as she crawled out. It hurt so much that she immediately shed tears. "Ah... Justin, Justin, I am here!" Enduring the pain, she raised her hand and continued to crawl out. Following the voice, as his gaze shifted, Justin saw the familiar figure under the bed. It was Anne! It was really her! Why did she come to City S? Why did she put herself in such a sorry state? Justin strode forward. Kneeling on one knee, he reached out his hands and pulled her out easily. Anne couldn't see him clearly. She could only see a vague outline. But she was familiar with Justin's smell and his breathing. She could feel that he was worried and anxious. And he seemed