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... with a hint of resignation and did not speak right away.
It seemed that she couldn’t keep it from Zhan Qipei after all.
Zhan Qipei had Qiao Jing sit on the sofa, immediately found the first-aid kit, and sat down beside her.
When he leaned in and saw the wound on Qiao Jing’s skin clearly, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"Why is there glass?"
He had originally thought the wound might just be a scrape that could be disinfected and bandaged, but now upon clo ...
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