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... no longer took these idiots seriously.

However, Tina felt extremely guilty when she heard this. Then she looked at Ryan's perfunctory attitude and said coldly through gritted teeth:

"Don't be so self-righteous, you idiot Declan. How can you be so confident when you say these things?"

As she spoke, while Ryan was dumbfounded, she suddenly crawled under the table.

Declan looked at her, a little dumbfounded, staring at Tina—who, according to everyone's discussions, ...

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