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As Chen Xiang spoke, her brows didn't move at all. She directly used her other hand to break her dislocated hand. Her movements were very clean and straightforward.

Qimu only heard a soft "crack" as Chen Xiang let out a long breath. Her lips curled up into a pleased smile as she said to Qimu,

"Mistress, that's good. It's fine, I don't need you to worry about me."

Qimu