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"He..." Qin Siye's arm suddenly lifted, as if he wanted to say something but then hesitated.
"Don't move." Gu Lin reminded him, glancing at his left arm, "The wound here was bandaged a few days ago, wasn't it? Why haven't you changed the dressing?"
Qin Siye glanced at it and saw some redness and swelling but didn't speak.
Picking up a cotton swab, Gu Lin dabbed some iodine on it and applied it evenly, "If you don't tell me, I already know. Was it Hong He who had someone kidnap Shen Xi and threatened you?"
"If I'm not wrong, she was the one who treated this wound for you, right?"
Qin Siye looked at him with a cold face, a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"You don't have to look at me like that. On Sunday, I was inquiring about you, and it was Zhao Ze who accidentally let it slip," Gu Lin said with a slight curl of his lips.
Fu Jiheng swirled the red wine in his glass and took a light sip, "And you say you don't like her, but for her, you went and took down Hong He's den."