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The armed robber who had been closely watching them glanced at her with disdain. A girl so easily frightened, indeed, women were the most troublesome. Although this brat was not very old, she was still a woman.
The boy didn't believe she was scared. Looking down, he saw the corner of her lips turned up, and he immediately knew she was laughing at him getting beaten up, not at all frightened. Her acting was quite convincing, even the gang of robbers believed it.
Curious, the boy lowered his voice, "What's your name?" He had never seen a girl quite so amusing who, upon seeing armed men, showed no fear and even found the time to laugh at him. Well, her act was pretty convincing—if he hadn't been close, he really wouldn't have noticed.
There was time for chitchat at a moment like this? But the boy was quite interesting, and now they were in trouble together. "Qinghe."
The boy acknowledged with an "Oh," as if committing it to memory. "I'm called Qing Yu."
"Hmm."
