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"Are you actually concerned about me?" Zhang Xiaohao's smile faded as he spoke earnestly.
"Who would care about whether a bastard like you lives or dies!" Cheng Tianxue yelled furiously.
Zhang Xiaohao walked up to her and stopped, lifting his hand to gently wipe the tears from Cheng Tianxue's face.
"Stop crying, or you'll turn into a big flower cat," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"Bastard! Mind your own business," Cheng Tianxue roared, batting away Zhang Xiaohao's hand.
Zhang Xiaohao spread his arms and embraced her.
Smelling the unique scent of her body, he said, "You've suffered so much, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me last time on the phone?"
"Wuu wuu... Bastard! Let go of me, don't touch me!" Cheng Tianxue bellowed.
She swung her delicate pink hands, continuously pounding Zhang Xiaohao's chest.
Zhang Xiaohao held her tightly in his embrace, letting her fists fall upon him.
