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... smug and walked up to Mo Baichuan, whispering softly, "Baichuan, let’s go inside."
Mo Baichuan nodded and followed Zhao Jingrong inside.
"Hiss!"
Just then, a sharp pain shot through Zhao Jingrong’s hand.
Why was he suddenly using so much strength?
Zhao Jingrong turned to look at Mo Baichuan, only to see his gaze fixed on the sofa in the living room.
There were two people sitting on the sofa.
It was Ni Yang and Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen ...
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