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... tion did not fall into chaos.

Song JinXing took harsh measures, first suppressing the news of Song Xinwen's arrest and not letting it ferment wildly. The grievances of prominent families have always been watched curiously by the outside world. Song JinXing did not want his parents to become the talk of the outside world. Lying underground, they should not be disturbed again. The law will give them an explanation.

At the same time, with the news suppressed and spreading only in a ...

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