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"Brother, why don't we let Miss Su come in? She might have come to you with some urgent matter," Lin Xiaoling suggested, her heart softening upon hearing Su Qingcheng's crying.
Ning Fan sighed. He had trouble resisting a woman's tears, and despite her biases towards him, Su Qingcheng was Xu Yourong's close friend after all.
"Come in and speak if you have something to say," he said.
Opening the door, Ning Fan addressed the still sobbing Su Qingcheng.
Turning her back, Su Qingcheng quickly steadied her emotions. When she turned around again, the look of grievance on her pretty face had completely vanished, replaced by an icy coldness.
"There's no need to go inside; we can talk right here," Su Qingcheng said coldly.
"Alright, what do you want?" Ning Fan nodded.
"The Bone Healing Ointment you gave me yesterday is fake! I want you to give me the real one and then go and heal a person's broken leg!" Su Qingcheng demanded.