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... lips were pressed tightly, and his brows were locked . In the corner, Chen Wei looks at him timidly, with a careful and flattering expression .


Ran min glanced at her carelessly, then took back his eyes .


He came all the way to Jiankang, just to ask the Chen's a Rong, why did she betray her faith and roll with the Wang's Qilang?


Seeing her in blood stained white that day, after hearing her merciless and shameless words, ran min thought, where is such a humble wo ...

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