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"Young Master Fu, who's that guy? Why are you so afraid of him?"

On Lin Zhiyi's face, a red handprint was still there. Looking at Fu Ziyi, he asked directly with some curiosity, had held back a lot just now.

Thus, although there were imprints on his face, he did not feel much pain at that time.

Hearing that, Fu Ziyi's face changed slightly. He wanted to say something