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... nded to Ning Cheng to hit the woman's slap in the face, but did not get up and stop.

Ning Cheng was ready to wait for the slap in the face of the woman, and was ready to wait for the man to get up. Once the man got up and stopped, he immediately took out a fist and slaps it. I did not expect this man to be stopped, which made Ning Cheng somewhat surprised. Then Ning Cheng understood that this person should have a gap with the woman.

I saw a passing person dare to hit someone in fro ...

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