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"I told you not to mess with Xiaoyu, yet you secretly sneaked into his ward wanting to harm him. Him breaking your arm is already merciful,"
Lan Xixiao suddenly wanted to burst out laughing, look at the ugly face of Ai Weixi.
If it were Lan Xiyu's arm that was broken, she probably would be in tears and in pain, how could she speak so casually?
But he had long since become indifferent, and he didn't feel shocked at all.
He vehemently denied it, "Which eye of yours saw me trying to harm Xiaoyu? I clearly came to visit him, and he twisted my arm without any reason!"
There were no cameras in this room, nor a third person, he simply didn't believe he couldn't pass himself off as the victim??
After all, Lan Xiyu was unharmed.
Everyone would sympathize and feel sorry for him.
