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The little guy's face scab suddenly became itchy, and he wrinkled his brow as he reached out to scratch it.
Huo Jinnan held his hand, "You're not allowed to scratch."
The little guy pursed his lips, voicing his grievance, "I wasn't going to pick at it, it's just a little itchy, just wanted to scratch."
Huo Jinnan glanced at the scab on the little guy's face, his slender fingers unbuttoning the buttons on the little guy's Polo shirt, and he scanned the almost faded kick mark on his chest. Suddenly, he lifted his head and looked in Gu Jizhou's direction, his eyes dark and piercing.
Had he already found out something?
Gu Jizhou panicked internally, not daring to meet Huo Jinnan's gaze, shifted his eyes elsewhere, and thought he hadn't left any trace, how could it have been found out?
