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The three of them crowded in the corner, Chu Qingjian stood a little far away, with one hand behind his back, hiding behind his back the things that he failed to hand out just now. Xia Zhinian frowned and cried out in pain softly, Yan Ci let go of his hand, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?" Chu Qingjian looked at this and that, and remained silent strangely. Yan Ci lifted up the boy's sleeve a little bit, exposing his porcelain-white slender wrist, on which a few bruised and purple fingerprints were exceptionally clear, and there were also a few red marks that had just been pinched. The size is the same, and it can be seen that it was done by one person. Chu Qingjian was surprised for a moment, and looked at Yan Ci. Yan Ci: "..." It should have been caused by being too angry b
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