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... an withdrew his hand, while Xiaobao continued to rub his face vigorously, ignoring the anxious disciples peeking from outside, refusing to leave.
Duan Feihan stood up straight, his slender, jade-like fingers tidying his cuffs, and spoke with extreme calmness, "Whether he’s worthy or not, she’ll decide. It’s not your place to say."
Even if he were a beggar, as long as Bai Chuwei valued him, he’d be a person of prestige!
With a single word poverty, with another wealth, all ...
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