"But I really don't have any malicious intent."
"Does anyone ever tell you, 'My hand hits pretty hard, so bear with it'?"
"What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't you dare do anything rash." Hearing He Wenjie's words, He Minhong shrank back in fright. He could even punch a hole through a punching bag; her frail little frame wouldn't be able to take a single slap from him.
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