"Uncle Han, what's wrong with your face?"
Han Jing touched his face. It was still a little swollen. Even after applying ice all night last night, it didn't feel better today.
"Oh, there was a fight."
Seeing Dorian Lin's stunned expression, Han Jing smiled and said, "What's wrong? Jiaxi and I don't know how to quarrel."
"No, it's just..."
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