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Bo Qian didn't even turn his head. He held her hand and walked to the door. With a bang, he mercilessly threw her out.

Mu Shirann did not have any image at all. She fell to the ground in a sorry state.

She got up with difficulty. She held her injured wrist and stared at the person inside the iron door. "Bo Qian, what are you doing?"

Bo Qian glanced at the nightgown she was wearing