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... e my leave first. You two carry on, carry on.”
Pucha Shijie nearly choked on his fury at that shameless, gloating expression. If not for the fact that the man was the commander of this operation, he might have lunged forward to teach him what a fist the size of a sand bowl felt like.
Wanyan Ping stood to the side, her lips twitching as she fought the urge to whip him on the spot.
“You actually like a man like that?” Pucha Shijie pointed at Song Qingshu’s retreating figure ...
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