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Hee Jingting didn't expect Zhuang Xiaoyan to come. He grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyan's arm with a cold look in his eyes. "Xiaoyan, there's nothing between Zinuo and me. Don't frame her."

Cheng Zinuo stared at Zhuang Xiaoyan with a bitter expression. She said in a low voice, "Zhuang Xiaoyan, I'll say it again. The fact that you and Hee Jingting broke up is between you and Hee Jingting. It has nothing to do with me."

She stepped forward, tears streaming down her face. "If you weren't interfering, then I'd ask to be reunited with Jingting, and there's no way Jingting wouldn't agree to that. But he refused me time and time again, so this is clearly you controlling him! "

"Xiaoyan, you're too much! "Come with me!"

Hee Jingting could not bear to listen any longer. He was worried that Zhuang Xiaoyan would cause a ruckus in Cheng Zinuo's ward, so he forcefully dragged Zhuang Xiaoyan away.