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"It seems like another poor soul has been deceived by her pitiful act and her knack for spouting insincere nonsense," Baili Chengye said, taking pleasure in Huang Jili's evident anger as he fanned the flames.
"You lowlife." Huang Jili lunged at Qi Xinrou like an enraged lion, grabbing her hair. But while his back was turned to Baili Chengye, the hatred in his eyes was not as intense as he made it appear, and his grip was not as forceful as it could have been.
Qi Xinrou felt it and a surge of hope blossomed in her heart. She looked up at him with pitiful eyes, conveying a silent plea.
Huang Jili let go of Qi Xinrou's hair, pulled her up, and turned to face Baili Chengye. Acting quickly, Huang picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table, and, transforming into a valiant warrior, he said with righteous indignation, "Who are you, really? What are you doing here? Do you realize that you're committing a crime?"