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Yan Jinsu saw it and just sneered coldly, feeling not a shred of emotion: a difference in stance meant they were adversaries.
Touched by an enemy? Has she gone mad?
Wu Xuming's face stiffened at the woman's blunt words of accusation, his breath disrupted for a moment. Ultimately, due to his underlings acting unreasonably and being no match for her, he could only sigh helplessly. Staring at Yan Jinsu's provocatively delicate face, he said earnestly:
"I believe you'll save him just because he's Rong Wei—"
"Pfft!" Yan Jinsu snorted, a strategy flashing in her mind, her expression darkening as she clenched her fists.
She had already clearly seen that Wu Xuqiang's body, with her blood transfused into him, couldn't possibly die in a short time!
With that thought, Yan Jinsu immediately turned around crisply, leaving while angrily and cutely scolding: