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... reamed, and in the cold, expressionless eyes of Han Ye, a slight movement could be detected. His right hand chopped toward Jing Zhimei’s neck, and she fainted weakly, collapsing onto the carpet.
With one hand, Han Ye picked up Jing Zhimei and walked towards the outside.
In the room, the man’s deep eyes gazed toward the distant stars, his expression placid, his voice clear, cold, and lazy.
"Mo Yunchen, Qin Qin!... Qinqin!"
The trap he had set was unfolding step by ...
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