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The man swore, threw the cup on the floor, and ran away.

Su Youting was frightened by An Qingchen's muffled groan. At this moment, he didn't even have the time to pay attention to him. Feeling the trembling body in front of him, his heart skipped a beat.

"Qing Cen, what's wrong?"

The smell of blood on the tip of his nose was getting stronger and stronger