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... d he strode back to his box again, then pointed to the door of the box and said, "Since this is my box, please ask irrelevant personnel to get out of my box—"

He took a long breath, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions, and finally he didn't forget to say politely, "—thank you."

Seeing Shi Jingge like this, the three members of the Shi family felt sad and guilty.

Even in such an angry situation, Shi Jingge, who never forgets to be polite, can be really despicable and ...

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