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Lee Shang, if you are hurting your face, I promise, I will pester you again.

It had been one month, exactly one month. Lee Shang's scarred face could still be seen by the color of the powder, and if there was no treatment, it would not be hard to see how twisted and fierce the scar was. Mo Han was not pestering him, and Lee Shang continued to do his own thing.

Standing beside him