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... Xiaoer."
Zhongli Wuzhi’s voice had already dropped below freezing point.
His narrow eyes were emitting a cold, icy light.
Lu Xiaoer curled up, her face held in Song Jing’s embrace, and she couldn’t see Zhongli Wuzhi’s expression at all.
"No, it’s not... not... not..."
She could only repeat these two words over and over, even those words trembling uncontrollably as they came out.
"Not... not..."
"Lu Xiaoer, you and him... how many times?" ...
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