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"Yan Xiaobao, it's me, Han Ruobing." Han Ruobing answered Zhang Zhixue's call and said coldly, "Come here immediately!"
"Bingbing, what do you need me for?" Yan Xiaobao bargained, "If you're asking me to go save Ma Boyao, then I'm not going. Unless you ask me to sleep with you, then I'll go."
"Come over first, and we'll talk." Han Ruobing didn't dare to lay down her words too firmly, fearing Yan Xiaobao might really not come.
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After Yan Xiaobao arrived, Han Ruobing pulled him aside to question him privately: "Yan Xiaobao, what did you do to Ma Boyao?"
"Nothing much, just slapped him a few times. Didn't you see it happen, Bingbing?" Yan Xiaobao spread his hands, signaling innocence.
Han Ruobing pressed on, "Then why did you say Ma Boyao wouldn't make it till tomorrow?"
Yan Xiaobao replied casually, "Because I can read fates. That guy Ma Boyao is surrounded by dark clouds—looks exactly like someone who's about to die."
