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Kit's POV Ming then got my things on the table and dragged me away. He led me to the restroom and turned the faucet on. He took his handkerchief out and watered it. Then wiped my hands. He wiped out the number Gan had written earlier. I wonder how long had he been listening to us. I tried to resist but he was stronger. His jaw flexed, a sign that he was holding back his anger but he held and cleaned my hand gently. He appeared to be totally pissed off. I didn't dare to talk. I didn't care about Gan's number anyway. After he was satisfied, making sure there were no trace of Gan's number. He dragged me to the parking lot. He threw my bag in the backseat and opened the passenger seat. "Get in, " with authoritative tone. So am I, "Wha-" "Don't, just get in. I don't wanna say something
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