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This was a hardware warehouse located in the distant suburbs, clean inside, but not a single piece of merchandise to be seen, with the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.
In front of Jiao Chong, on the chair, sat a girl with purple eyeshadow and avant-garde clothing. Apart from looking a bit lethargic, she had no obvious injuries.
"Who put you up to attacking Wan Die?"
Jiao Chong asked.
The girl did not change her expression, "No one put me up to it. It's a personal grudge."
"You and Wan Die don't know each other in the real world, and there's no record of an incident involving a fruit where you encountered each other. Where does this grudge come from?"
