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... y he struts like he owns the place in front of Assistant Zhou and Zhao Yongkang, but when facing real powerhouses, he’d still sheepishly grin and grovel.
Su Muxue twisted her finger into an orchid shape, and, poof, Leng Mo’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Gasping for breath, Leng Mo found that relentless laughter could be torture.
His voice was hoarse, and cold sweat had formed on his forehead.
Heaving for air, Leng Mo managed to calm his breath and quickly said ...
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