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"Pa!" Zhou Mingfan slapped Zhang Xiaoyu.

With the force of that slap, even Zhou Mingfan's fingers were trembling.

After he was done, he stared at his fingers with trepidation.

"Little... "Little Yu …"

Zhou Mingfan lowered his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaoyu's cheek. He wanted to touch it.

However, Zhang Xiaoyu stubbornly reached out and slapped his hand away.

"Zhou Mingfan, I hate you