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... d, but he immediately dismissed it.

"Wasn’t this just a great example of public education? No matter if you’re a nobody or some bigwig’s son, if you break the law, you’ll get your ass handed to you all the same. Surely when Yin Yinyin picked a stooge to impersonate the Governor’s kin, he was thinking along those lines too."

"Beating people isn’t all the same—if Le Yuxin hit a regular guy versus a high official’s kid, the results were night and day." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

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