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"": "Everyone in the room felt differently.
Shang Liuli knew some of what had happened. Although Luo Bin had not explained it in much detail, she now knew who the two people outside were. But since it did not concern her personally, she did not feel much.
That was only natural. Only the person the knife fell on would feel the pain.
Yuan Yinxin remained expressionless, quietly watching the door, though in truth, more of his attention was on Luo Bin.
Gu Yiren tugged very lightly at Luo Bin's sleeve and whispered, "Are you all right...? Don't let them get to you. It's fake. Everything they're saying is fake. Uncle Luo Feng isn't that kind of person. He would never say those things about you."
Gu Ya's shrill voice suddenly rang out. "You fickle whore! Have you forgotten Zhang Li? Forgotten your relationship with him? Oh, of course, Xiao Shan is more useful now, so you've latched on to him instead? Let me tell you, Xiao Shan would never be interested in a slut like you. Zhang Li isn't like us. What has become of him now? He's already a walking corpse, yet here you are, flaunting yourself!"
Gu Yiren froze.
She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, her expression contorted. Her other hand clutched her chest, as though the anguish made it difficult to breathe.
Footsteps suddenly sounded. Mo Qian strode over to Luo Bin and Gu Yiren, his voice exceptionally grave. "Don't believe them. Luo Bin, your head is clear. You know there's already something wrong with them. If you believe them, if you let it hurt you, you're only trapping yourselves in a dead end."
Luo Bin kept taking deep breaths, trying to steady his emotions.
Gu Yiren lowered her