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... he drawing room plummeted sharply. The man standing there had his complexion turn gloomy in an instant, no one knew which of Song Qiao’s words had hit him where it hurt.
Song Qiao watched as the man’s face turned icy cold in a flash, his hand beside his body involuntarily clenched into a fist, and she could even hear the sound of his finger joints. Coldness emanated from his entire being, bone-chillingly frigid.
The door to the drawing room was opened again, Song Qiao turned her ...
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