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Qiao Chutian had the same feeling.
He especially loved the way Mai Xiaomai's gaze purposely avoided his due to his stare and how her ears turned slightly red.
Such beauty, such allure.
About half an hour later, Tang Tingting's sobbing gradually subsided, and she suddenly grabbed her bag and stood up.
"What are you going to do?"
Xiaomai grabbed her.
"Let go of me—"
Tang Tingting's voice was filled with sobs and resentment, "Before I die, I'm going to kill him and that vixen. I can't let them get off easily, can't let them get away with it."
"Heh—"
Xiaomai let go of her and scoffed, "Is your life's mission to ruin yourself just because others are no good?"
Tang Tingting paused, "What do you mean?"
