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... over and hugged Zhan Yunxiao’s waist.

"Young Master Zhan, don’t be like this, I just like you."

Zhan Yunxiao angrily pushed her away, "Get away, who allowed you to touch me?"

However, after he forcefully pushed Hu Feifei away, he suddenly felt dizzy and his legs were weak.

"What did you do to me?"

Zhan Yunxiao looked at Hu Feifei, whom he had pushed to the ground, and asked harshly.

Hu Feifei was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

She ...

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