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... nt saw what seemed like staff from the TV crew approaching and hurried away.
Zheng He’s bag was removed from his head, and he covered his face and stomach, grimacing in pain.
Qian Yue crouched down, supporting Zheng He’s arm, and asked with a frown, "What happened? How are you feeling now?"
"Who hit me just now?!"
"He was wearing a mask, a hat, and sunglasses; I couldn’t see clearly. Are you okay?"
Zheng He said irritably, "Why don’t you try getting beaten ...
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