When An Lan returned to the downstairs of the rental house, he saw a group of people whispering together, pointing to the location upstairs from time to time.

She didn't care. When she walked through the crowd, she suddenly heard a woman exclaiming: "It's her."

An Lan raised her eyebrows in confusion and glanced at her. Everyone subconsciously avoided her eyes and began to whisper again when she turned her head.

"This little girl looks pretty clean and beautiful, why did she provoke that kind of person?"

"Oh, the little girl nowadays is vain. She must have borrowed usury and asked for money."

"Really? Will it affect us? Those people don't seem to be good at it. What if they vent their anger on us that day?"

"No! This little girl looks good, it's a misunderstanding."

"How could there be so many misunderstandings? I live opposite her. This woman is not very serious at first glance. She is dressed up all day long. I saw her going out at night and only come back during the day. I don't know what kind of thing they are doing!"

Countless suspicions and contempts, disdainful eyes and words were thrown at An Lan. She frowned and felt a little disgusted. The lethality of rumors was too strong, and a good woman could instantly define a woman in a special profession.

But she did not refute and walked upstairs with a cold face. As soon as she walked around the corner, she saw large red painted characters.

"If you don't pay back the money, you'll burn your house."

"Blue x little bitch, if you owe money, you can't escape!"

"I'll pay back the money within three days, otherwise I'll be polite to you."

Such words sprayed the walls, and the air was filled with the smell of paint.

As soon as An Lan walked to the door of the rental house, the middle-aged woman waiting came up and said with anxiety and anger: "Xiao Lan, you are back! Look, what's going on? To be honest, are you borrowing usury outside?"

"Aunt Lin, don't be anxious first, listen to me. This is a misunderstanding. I didn't borrow money from others. It's just a little dispute. If I handled it, it's fine."

An Lan softly comforted the landlord, and as his mind moved, he already knew who did it.

"No, look how can I feel relieved? Our family is honest and has never provoked a gangster in their entire lives. When I rented the house to you, it was not easy for you, a girl from another place. Who would have thought of causing trouble..." The landlord muttered, and looked at Lan Xin complaining, feeling ten thousand regrets.

"Sorry, I'll solve it as soon as possible."

"Is it true? Look at my house being poured on paint, and those people are fierce. If it is spread, how can I rent my house to others in the future? Besides, it will cost money to repaint and other things. I really regret renting it to you now, otherwise you can move out."

An Lan heard what she meant. She glanced at the landlord, took out more than a thousand yuan from her bag and handed it to her.

"Aunt Lin, this is to compensate your losses. Things will be resolved soon and will not happen again in the future." An Lan paused and looked at her and said, "When I moved in, I paid the rent for half a year, but now I have only lived there for more than three months. If Aunt Lin wants me to move out, please return the remaining money to me."

"This, there is no such rule. I promised not to refund the money after paying it..." Aunt Lin's face changed immediately.

"But the contract didn't say that if you let me move for no reason, I have to move. Today's incident has indeed caused trouble for you, but I have also compensated for what should be compensated, and I have said that this will not happen again. If there is another time, I don't have to rush, I will leave myself."

Aunt Lin wanted to nag, but when she met An Lan's quiet eyes, she closed her mouth reluctantly, took the money and said, "Okay, okay, who made me kind-hearted? I'm really losing a lot this time..."

She turned around and left while muttering. An Lan stopped looking at her, opened the door and walked into the rental house, sat on the sofa and sighed.

On the way home just now, she went to the bank to withdraw money. Lan Xin was so poor that she was pitifully poor, with the balance on her card only a few thousand yuan. Originally, even if she was a small cannon fodder in the 18th line, she would not have been so miserable.

But that bastard Wang Hai called her a character and hired a makeup artist to suck her a lot of money away from her like a bloodsucking.
Chapter completed!