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The middle-aged man hadn’t spoken yet when Ying Zijin came out of the company entrance, her voice cool and indifferent, "Hit."
Two security guards quickly approached and subdued the middle-aged man, dragging him outside.
"Come once, hit once," said Ying Zijin calmly. "He has hit Heyue so many times; now it’s time to hit back, all of it."
If Yu Xuesheng hadn’t just happened to pass by, what would have become of Yun Heyue’s life?
Beaten at home, only to be sold ...
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