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... “You were sexually harassing me. I was only defending myself!”
The words sounded oddly familiar.
Lu Zhaoyang ignored the feeling. She hooked up her two bags with her left wrist and grabbed the flower pot from the coffee table with her right hand. She then fled towards the door.
The man was bleeding from his forehead but he stumbled his way to catch up to her with a sly and determined smile on his face.
Lu Zhaoyang threw the flower pot at him without lookin ...
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