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"You hurt her."

Wen Yan said. His gaze fell on Qiao Anxia's red wrist and he felt his heart ache.

Hearing his words, Mo Hancheng frowned slightly as he pulled Qiao Anxia into his embrace, relaxing the grip on her wrist.

Mo Hancheng let Qiao Anxia sit beside him while Wen Yan sat opposite them.

Qiao Anxia actually wanted to sit at the table farthest away from them.

Right now