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Ji Fengmian's smile widened. "It's a pity that I only have a pair of scissors now."
Chu Boyang's eyes trembled violently.
"Don't try to force me to retreat with these words."
"Do you want to give it a try?" Ji Fengmian looked up at him coldly without any hint of a joke.
In reality, how could she still be in the mood to joke?
"Okay."
Chu Boyang responded and walked to Ji Qing.
"I'll wait for you to prepare the scissors."
He bent down to hug Ji Qing. When the doctor heard the commotion, he ran over.
When they saw the pair of scissors on Ji Qing's chest, they sucked in a breath of cold air. They hurriedly called for the medical staff to remove Ji Qing.
However, Chu Boyang grabbed one of them and looked at Shen Fanxing. "Tie her up."
The doctor naturally knew Ji Fengmian. He quickly nodded and said, "I'll go prepare."