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... Xiaoyu, who hit you?"
Lin Chen took the bruise ointment from the maid Xiaoyu, his body trembling slightly as he gently caressed Xiaoyu's swollen cheek with his hand.
"For the Young Master, such a wound is nothing. Xiaoyu is fine."
Xiaoyu's eyes moved slightly, becoming a bit moist. She shook her head and looked at Lin Chen.
Compared to her own swollen face, she was more concerned about the injuries on Lin Chen's body.
She softly touched Lin Chen's arm, onl ...
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