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... s gaze falling on her injured hand. His brows, which had just eased, furrowed again.
“Why haven’t you taken care of your hand?”
“I’ll deal with it after we eat. It’s just a little scrape.” Wen Xin glanced indifferently at the wound on her hand and handed a skewer to Mu Chengxi.
She thought Mu Chengxi would ask who she had fought with, but it seemed that Mu Chengxi already knew what had happened in the parking lot.
Taking a sip of the hot and sour soup from the cla ...
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