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"What do you mean?"
Qin Mingzhu had been slapped across to the washbasin, one hand supporting herself on the counter and the other cupping the half of her face that was struck, tearfully looking at Qin Mu and asking.
"It means you're about to die!"
Qin Mu stood there, shaking with anger, his voice as cold as sub-zero temperatures.
That voice seemed to come from underground, so chilling that Qin Mingzhu shivered violently.
Afterward, when Qin Mingzhu was about to leave, Wen Runuan lowered her eyes and fished a lipstick from her pocket, which accidentally rolled onto the floor, right under Qin Mingzhu's foot.
Qin Mu, who had been thinking about other things, turned his head at the sound of a scream and instantly, all his anger dissipated.
Qin Mingzhu had fallen to the ground, crying out in pain.
"My brand-new 'man-slayer' lipstick!"
Wen Runuan performed as if the lipstick were as vital as life itself.
