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... palm. He wanted to say that even his dead father never hit him like this before. Who do you think you are? However, when he opened his mouth, his words became, “You’re not going to continue hitting me?”


After he finished speaking, Ji Yang almost wanted to bite off his tongue! What was he saying? It was as if he was rather disappointed that Shen Hanxing did not continue hitting him!


Shen Hanxing looked at him with a faint smile. “No more. There’s no need for me to be so r ...

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