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"It's not like you have a saint engraved on your face, who knows …" Cai Die still stuck to him.

"What do you want?" Duan Xingyi's fists were already clenched. He would not feel wronged if he could not endure it any longer.

"Naturally, it's your responsibility!" Cai Die blinked her innocent big eyes, and looked at Duan Xingyi with a pitiful expression