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... oice was a little hoarse, and there were uncontrollable sobs.
"Why?"
Dong Qing had a displeased face. He hated being dominated by others the most. He would give his things to whomever he liked. No one could control him, even Ning Rongrong.
"Give it to him!"
Ning Rongrong's tone contained a hint of pleading, soft and miserable, it sounded unstoppably distressed, wanting to hold her in his arms to comfort her.
"My stuff, I give it to whoever I like, ...
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