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Dong Yu and Dong Qing looked at each other for a moment before supporting their young mistress to continue the fight. Yi Qing reckoned that it was only when his hand was in pain that he stopped.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mu Lixue could finally catch her breath as she turned around and pointed at Yi Qing. "You …"

Yi Qing flicked away the nonexistent dust in his hand as if it was dirty. "Miss Mu is fine. Don't laugh so happily when you eat in the future. It will cause death."

Yi Qing had saved Mu Lixue in front of everyone's eyes. If Mu Lixue were to punish Yi Qing at this time, then it would be the same as returning kindness with enmity.

However, Mu Lixue's face was burning in pain, and she was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. In her entire life, this was the first time she had been slapped in the face by someone.