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Di Hao Tian allowed Tang Bao to vent until she couldn't muster the strength to punch him.

Tang Bao's little fist landing on her chest without any effect.

On the contrary, they were worried about Tang Bao.

So when the fists stopped, Di Hao Tian held her pink fists and asked softly and deeply: "Does it hurt?"

Tang Bao cried even harder.

Sobbing on Di Hao Tian's chest