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... t to either.”
The woman’s voice sounded like the hissing of a poisonous snake to her ears. Du Xiruo was fixated on the alarmed Yan Zhan, who had just kicked Du Shourong away and was aiming a gun at her, and laughed freely, “I know my life is a wasted one, but how does Governor Yan feel about the little dainty flower in my hand?“
As she was speaking, she continued exerting strength onto the knife, making rich blood seep out of Chu Jiao’s fair neck.
“Stop messing around.” Yan Zha ...
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