Before she could even draw her pocketknife, Yuyin sensed who was behind her. That cold, youthful voice could only belong to Sheng Feijin, the second young master of the Sheng Family.
Yuyin turned to see him in a sorry state: soaking wet, his clothes tattered and torn, one shoe missing, his white socks caked in mud, and accompanied by the suspicious stench of dog excrement. She found it hard to believe that this disheveled youth was the same refined, germophobic young gentleman she had met half a month ago. It seemed that once someone lost their protection, society would quickly teach them a lesson.
"What happened to you?" Yuyin pushed Sheng Feijin away, finding the smell of feces on him overwhelmingly nauseating.
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