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Lin Yuan looked at Chen Shimei, who had yet to rise to his feet, with a smile and said, "Young Master Chen, why are you still not getting up? Are you not feeling well?"
Chen Shimei awkwardly chuckled and covertly rubbed his somewhat wobbly legs that he hadn't realized were already soaked with a large patch of sweat on his back. Today's blow had been substantial, and he was still unable to react.
Wang Hong and Zhao Hongde said something else, but Chen Shimei was no longer in the mood to listen; all his attention was on Lin Yuan. The words he had just said to her at the doorway were echoing in his ears, and now all he wanted was to take back every single word he had uttered!
He sneakily glanced at Lin Yuan, only to see her looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile; her bright eyes contained mockery, sympathy, and indifference.
All of a sudden, Chen Shimei thought of his parents living in the south of the city, and even his fingertips began to tremble.