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"Damn—"

Upon hearing Feng Zichen's last struggle, Feng Zichen, still wrapped in a bath towel, was thrown out of the door.

After that, there was a loud "bang" as the door was closed.

"..."

Chu Liangxia looked at Feng Zichen with pity.

Tsk.

Poor guy, so pitiful.

Feng Zichen, standing in his slippers, straightened up. He intended to call out a few more times, but noticing Chu Liangxia next to him, and then looking at his half-naked body, he deeply felt he owed it to his older brother. So he sidestepped and silently went to another room.

For Ling Xize, this was simply—

an overwhelming victory.

Chu Liangxia felt even more sorry for Feng Zichen.

What was he doing to suffer like this?

Pushing the door open, Chu Liangxia approached the bedroom.

She had intended to take a shower, but just as she took out her clothes, her WeChat on the phone kept beeping.

Picking up the phone, she saw that Xiao Louyu had sent the final version of the script.