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Edited by Psycho S.
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His wife's presence gave Xuan Mu some breathing space; he could finally get some time for himself. Taking advantage of his son's entranced expression, he fled the scene and went out for a short drive to clear his mind. At this point, jealousy was not an option to feel.
He secretly hoped his wife could help out with Ying Xiong a little bit more. Did he dare to ask that? No. He didn't. Not at all. He wanted to show Bing Shi that he was a changed man: a man capable enough to take care of his wife and child.
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When Xuan Mu returned, the scene shocked him senseless, "Bing Shi?"
A piece of the ceiling was ripped off, and the dancing pole was currently lying on the floor with a chunk of a ceiling still attached to the screws, "Bing Shi!"
"I'm fine," Bing Shi raised her hand from behind the couch, "I jumped on the couch in time."
