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Rong Heting's gaze was locked onto the red patch on Ling Jinghan's face. Unknowingly, he had already taken his arm out of Ling Jinghan's palm.

At this moment, Mu Qianqian's gaze met his gaze without any fear.

"Young Master Rong, I might have had a fever a few days ago. Now, I can't even remember if I pushed Miss Ling on the stairs or not. As a half client