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... With Jing Chenglong’s words spoken,
the atmosphere in the room immediately grew somber.
“Dad, these are just your personal conjectures, right?”
“They’re not necessarily true, right?”
Jing Chang, whose complexion was still somewhat youthful, couldn’t withstand the oppressive silence.
Thus, he spoke out to break the quiet.
Seeing his son and daughter shocked by his words,
Jing Chenglong laughed heartily twice, then whispered softly, “Xiao Ch ...
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