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... ong, but Feng Wuya had indeed turned around and left.
As he departed, he carried a noticeable air of displeasure.
He rarely got angry, always known for his exceptionally good temper, yet just then, had he really been angry with her?
Long Xinghe put down the half-finished compression valve in his hand and chased after him, "Wuya."
Feng Wuya had already reached the corridor. Hearing her call, he halted, turned around, and stared coldly at her.
Such a cold ga ...
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