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Qiao Chutian rolled his eyes, "Mai Xiaomai, you've watched too many Hong Kong police and criminal films. The person who hit me is far away on the horizon yet so close before my eyes."
"Far away on the horizon yet so close before my eyes?"
Mai Xiaomai thought for a moment, then said with contempt, "Qiao Chutian, you're talking about a ghost hitting you, aren't you? But, don't you forget, I'm a materialist, my profession is a forensic doctor, I only ever see dead bodies, never ghosts."
Qiao Chutian couldn't even be bothered to roll his eyes as he got up from the ground, intending to walk away.
"Hey, hey, hey, Qiao Chutian, stop right there!"
Mai Xiaomai felt that his attitude was off, so she shouted.
"What is it?"
Qiao Chutian asked, turning back with a disgruntled tone.
"You really won't tell me who hit you? Don't worry, when I said I was going to take revenge for you earlier, I was just speaking in anger. I wouldn't really go after someone we shouldn't offend."