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... ing. My good-for-nothing younger brother came back all injured today. Guess what? He was fooling around with that notorious Third Miss from the Feng Family." Lin Cheng sneered coldly. "He's no master of his craft, yet dares to play hero to rescue a beauty. Almost cost him his life."

"The Third Miss Feng who was rejected by the top scorer?" Xie Xun mused, as if intrigued. "I've heard a bit about her. What happened between Lin Xiao and her?"

Xie Xun was remarkably handsome, loungin ...

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