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... ry few people dared to criticize him in public as Ye Siming did.
Song Qiyuan gritted his teeth, feeling indignant.
“Young Master Ye, why are you so rude? This woman is so injured. Are you saying that she did it on purpose?”
The subordinate next to Song Qiyuan spoke up for him. “That’s right. Who would harm themselves to this extent? That wound is bleeding so much! It doesn’t look fake.”
Ye Siming sneered, his gaze was cold.
“I think you guys are too young ...
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