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Jian Ning somewhat frantically lowered her head, trying to use her long hair to cover half of her swollen face. She frowned, and lightly pulled her hand: "Let go …"

Leng Qingche's serene and complicated gaze was still fixed on her body. He coldly asked, "What exactly happened?"

Jian Ning's clothes were all messed up by Feng Jun, the corner of her mouth was wide open