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... d meters ahead, and the Porsche’s owner was no longer there.
Faint, intermittent cries could be heard, enough to soften anyone’s heart. Shen Jing had barely taken two steps when she suddenly stopped and looked ahead from beneath her umbrella.
The streetlights were misty.
A man in a black suit stood on the roadside, exposed to the rain, gazing down at the woman crouching on the ground.
His back was turned, so his expression was hidden. Only the Bentley at his side, ...
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