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"Yunheng, you're still not healed; you can't get up," Feng Simei knew Dugu Yunheng disliked these dirty things, but for the sake of his injuries, he had to absorb all of it.
Dugu Yunheng was also aware that his injuries were very severe this time and obediently sat in the tub, his face looking sourly at Dugu Qianye. He didn't know which junior this was, who didn't take him seriously. But little did he know that when Dugu Qianye saw him, the image of him furiously ordering the death of her and her mother flashed through her mind. Little Qianye might not understand, but her memory was excellent, and she still remembered the scene from when she was three.
