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... er pocket, as if he wanted to take something out.

   But Wang Ye's words calmed him down.

   "You... how are you beating people? We two have nothing to do with each other." The short boy glared at Wang Ye and said.

   This is a bit ironic.

  When he beat Song Xiaogang, it was completely unreasonable, but after being kicked by Wang Ye, he made sense to Wang Ye...

  Song Xiaogang glanced at Wang Ye gratefully, he was so frustrated just now that he was beaten in t ...

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