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... into the hotel entrance.
It was November, yet he was still wearing a white T-shirt paired with faded jeans.
Luckily, he wasn’t wearing flip-flops, or Wang Haoran might have been unable to resist using his Qi to give Long Ao’s crooked mouth a good slap.
With everyone’s eyes on him, Long Ao remained unfazed, striding confidently.
His high-held head and smirking mouth showcased his self-assuredness.
The Shu family members were the first to block his way. “Sto ...
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