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"Are you done scolding?"

A shadow loomed over him, accompanied by the sharp scent of tobacco.

Sang Xiaoyu didn't even need to raise her head to know who it was. She didn't even look at him. Perhaps she felt too suppressed, and her tears flowed even more fiercely, like a broken bead that couldn't be stopped.

"No!" She continued shouting and cursing, "Bastard, bastard