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... a streak of blood.
The wound on his face from yesterday hadn’t healed, and now there was another one on his forehead.
Song Yanqing could imagine how terribly he must look right now.
He looked at Xie Ruotong in her fury.
Looking at her excessively red face, her tightly clenched fists, veins bulging in anger.
Obviously, she was at the peak of her rage.
Was his arrival provoking her so much?!
"I just want to say a few words." Song Yanqing’s v ...
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