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"He bullied you?"

Mo Hancheng's gaze swept across her torn skirt and the deep teeth marks on her neck. His handsome face instantly turned into ice.

Clenching his fists, he rose to go beat the bastard.

"Don't go."

Qiao Anxia grabbed his arm and pressed her face into his chest, hugging him tightly with both hands. "I said …" "I want to divorce him …"

A muffled sound came from his arms