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But is there really nothing at all?
Even if there are no traces now, if it existed, there must be clues left behind.
He Xing felt someone pulling at his sleeve, looked down at Fu Han, and smiled somewhat helplessly, "I thought Ji Liangchuan was a man of his word, that if I won the drinking bet with him, he wouldn't pester you anymore."
About the drinking incident, the knots in Fu Han's heart were still there, she turned her face away with a hint of anger and said, "Don't talk about it anymore."
"Okay," He Xing agreed, his thick lashes slightly drooping, concealing the light in his eyes, making it unclear what he was thinking about.
Fu Han, finally realizing she had been too harsh just now, coughed awkwardly and said unnaturally, "That's not what I meant, I just..."
She didn't finish her words because she was worried that if she did, He Xing would get even angrier, and she was not in the mood to argue with He Xing, nor did she want to.
