"Yes, yes, yes, there won't be a next time." Hong Yue felt much more secure and at ease inside.
"That young gentleman is so nice to that girl called Yiyi." Duanmu Furong furrowed her brows again, staring to the side with a concentrated gaze.
"Indeed, that young gentleman is so nice to Yiyi. Should we be heading back now, miss?" Hong Yue looked at Duanmu Furong. Hong Yue had been frightened to death today.
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