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Klofar Residence.

"You sure you don't want me to stay at your place?" Svety was worried about Rewen when the latter recounted the details of the fight.

Rewen waved his hands and got out of the car. "It's fine. I'll call you if something's up." 

As he entered his house, Svety kept staring at his back. 'I have taken this too lightly. This is not only his fight but also my own. I have to do everything I can!' She changed her gears and left.

*Ding*

Rewen rang the doorbell and was about to press it another time when the door sprang open.

In front of Rewen appeared a dark-haired young woman wearing a light T-shirt and shorts with her hair wet. It was naturally Denny.

"How… how are you? Come in." Denny had a lot of things in mind but couldn't phrase it very well. Her gaze went from his face to his toes. "Why-"