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Tong Qing's eyes were cold, as if they were colder than the knife. Qiao Yao's heart thumped violently. She felt a sense of fear for no reason and stuttered, "What I said has nothing to do with you." "Nothing." Tong Qing twitched the corner of her lips, holding a peeled apple as she asked, "Do you want some fruit?" Qiao Yao glanced at the blade and shivered. She muttered, "Unlucky