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Serving! Serving!

Pann Xiaoman was extremely frustrated. Damn it! What excuse did she need to escape the misfortune of being a "maid"?

Huan Er stood beside Pann Xiaoman and looked at her worriedly, "Mistress —" She pleaded in a small voice, "Mistress, don't bite your lip anymore. His lips were bitten off. There was … Blood is seeping out. "

Blood? Ah