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... Ignoring them, Shi Zhixin turned around to leave.


“Shi Zhixin, why did you run away when you saw us! Are you feeling very sad? ! You don’t want to see us? That’s not right. The person you don’t want to see the most right now should be Yishan. ” Suddenly, a hateful voice sounded.


Hearing that voice, there was a hint of Schadenfreude mixed in, and it was a smug smile.


A hint of displeasure flashed across Shi Zhixin’s eyes.


Knowing that she couldn’t leave now ...

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