"Do you know what kind of gift Qiluo would like?"
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Ten minutes later.
Gongsun Ce massaged his sore abdomen, his face a picture of misery as he weaved through the racks of clothes.
He figured his friend's anger had mostly subsided and cautiously asked, "Respected Miss, may I humbly inquire why you are angry?"
"Why, the self-proclaimed clever Ah Ce can ponder that himself."
Qin Qianbai sat with her back to him at the clothing store's seating area, radiating a fearsome oppressiveness.
It was as if a retired master hidden in the mountains for years had their murderous intent awakened. Just approaching her conjured the illusion of blades upon one's body; the human instinct for survival screamed deafening alarms!
High school girls nearby whispered to each other, "They must have had a fight..." "Definitely a fight." "Shh, don't gossip about other people's private matters."