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"It's all because of you, you jinx!"
Before Qin Hanshuang could slap Su Xiaoli, Qin Yihan had already pulled Su Xiaoli aside.
There was barely any time to react.
As Qin Yihan pulled Su Xiaoli away, Cheng Nanshu quickly made his move, darting forward to shield Su Xiaoli.
"Slap!" came the sound.
Qin Hanshuang's slap landed squarely on Cheng Nanshu's face instead.
Already frail, Cheng Nanshu's face turned to one side as blood gushed from his nose.
He had a clotting disorder, and once the blood started, it wouldn't stop easily, dripping down his chin and forming a small pool on the floor.
"Nanshu!"
Su Xiaoli shook off Qin Yihan and rushed to support Cheng Nanshu. "Are you alright?"
The woman, raising her face now swollen with the imprint of a palm, managed a bitter smile, "I'm fine, Xiaoli. It's just a bit of pain, I can take it."
"But..."
She wiped her nose, "Please get a doctor."
"Once I start bleeding, it doesn't stop easily."
