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"Get out!" Xiang Yimo no longer had the energy to shout.
He couldn't be sure that he wouldn't faint from anger the next second.
"Madam, what happened?" Xiaobing, who was sweeping in the garden, knocked on the door.
"Get Xiaojin for me, right now!" Xiang Yimo said to Zhong Lingling.
Zhong Lingling could tell, Xiang Yimo was extremely repulsed by her.
And how could he not be repulsed? Which rational person wouldn't be upset in such a situation?
"Xiang Yimo, don't be angry anymore, I'll go call Xiaojin right away!" She felt somewhat disheartened.
Maybe she had been too eager to take care of Xiang Yimo.
She should have approached him slowly, gained his trust, and then she might have been able to help him with such private matters.
She sighed, covered the crouching Xiang Yimo with a bath towel, and then left the room.
Xiaojin soon hurried over after hearing the news.