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... on her, but his steps slowly moved back to the side of the blond man who had already fainted on the ground, single-handedly lifting him off the ground to carry on his shoulder, swiftly retreating towards the main gate.
Footsteps echoed from the roof of the steel factory.
Shen Yanhe’s hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist as she muttered in a muffled voice, "Jiaojiao, no need to chase."
Feng Jiao, who had somehow reached the rooftop, poked her head out from a hole ...
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