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Fu Xue followed "Hua Ziyan" as he drifted from place to place, until at last she frustratingly confirmed: he was on a trip! He wasn't going to meet a contact at all.
All that effort, wasted by following him for days!
Fu Xue stomped her feet in anger, ready to pull back, when a powerful hand landed on her shoulder.
Fu Xue was startled for a moment, grabbed the person's hand, and swiftly executed an over-the-shoulder throw.
Thump!
The person was thrown to the ground, sprawling in all directions and groaning nonstop.
"Ouch, ouch—"
"Doctor Zhu?" Fu Xue was greatly surprised. Why was it him?
Doctor Zhu reached out a hand, still groaning, "Give me a hand."
Twitching at the corner of her eye, Fu Xue walked over and pulled him up.
Doctor Zhu rubbed his shoulder and touched his buttocks, his handsome face twisted in pain: "Fu Xue, you're too harsh."
"Who knew it was you?" Fu Xue snorted coldly, "And, why are you following me?"
