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"...Mn." He responded flatly, his black boots pausing for a moment in her line of sight before he turned and strode toward the main hall exit.

Outside the hall by the corridor, Zhao Huangpu lazily leaned against a pillar and watched Li Chenjing step out of the main bedchamber's front doors. He admitted that every time he looked at that guy, his heart was filled with the Young Master's boiling fury and an eager desire to expose the Young Master's trickery; yet he hadn't expected Xiaoru's female identity to be exposed along the way, and so thoroughly at that. But looking at Little Jing's calm and unruffled face, to be honest, he grew more and more uneasy inside—

"Why didn't Xiaoru beat you up?" He spoke coolly. Given Xiaoru's overly distasteful masculine attitude right now, knowing the truth would surely make her throw a punch straight away, and he had been full of anticipation to enjoy the disgraceful sight of Little Jing's handsome face sporting bruises. Who would have thought that not only did Xiaoru fail to throw punches like a real man, but she even let Little Jing obediently scoop her back in his arms? How was it that right now she was acting as well-behaved as a young maiden?

Li Chenjing did not reply, only wishing in his heart that he had been punched instead. Last time she at least slapped him, but this time she directly refused to let him touch her at all—each time was worse than the last.

"Knowing she's a woman, don't you have any thoughts on the matter?"

"What thoughts should I have?"

"What do you think? She's a woman, and you dared to send her to Zhen's bedchamber. You surely don't think Zhen is so pure that just keeping her by his