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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAt the exhibition venus, the industry insiders in front were all looking at the drawings in high spirits, and there were all sorts of compliments. The people who didn’t understand art echoed them and applauded. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured down on them.

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nThe originally noisy and lively scene instantly fell silent.

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nEveryone looked at the source of the voice. Song Fengwan slowly stood up from her seat.

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nGao Xue’s fingers gripped the microphone tightly, and she was gritting her teeth so tightly that they were creaking. I’ve already registered the patents. What does this wretched girl want to do?

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n“Miss?” The bodyguard at the side reminded Song Fengwan to take note of the occasion.

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n“Teacher Gao, I just want to ask you if these drawings are really your original creations?” Song Fengwan looked straight at her. Her phoenix eyes were red, seemingly on fire, burning and intimidating.

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nAt this moment, the media’s focus was completely on her.

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nShe was standing in the audience, her eyes burning like torches, making Gao Xue inexplicably alarmed.

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nIn the past, at the tutoring center, she had already been outstanding because she was beautiful, kept a low profile, and worked hard. But she had always been an eye-catching and outgoing person. If not for the time she had angered a student’s parent, Gao Xue would have even thought that this student was so introverted that she didn’t like to talk.

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nGao Xue had already introduced the last exhibit and was enjoying the applause and envy of everyone. She had been worried that Song Fengwan would jump out and expose her…

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nOne drawing after another had come out, but there had still been no movement in the audience. Her hanging heart finally let loose.

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nBut she didn’t expect that this wretched girl would choose to step forward at the last moment.

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nWhen she heard what Song Fengwan said, it felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck, and her face was deathly pale.

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nShe had been on tenterhooks until the last moment, and Song Fengwan had chosen this moment to expose her. How ruthless.

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n“These drawings are definitely originals. We’ve already registered many of the original design elements.” President Qi came out to smooth things over.

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n“I’m asking Teacher Gao. Did you create these drawings by yourself?” Song Fengwan ignored the person who stood up.

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nShe had been sitting in the audience silently and enduring, wanting to see how long she would continue acting.

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nShe had watched silently as she showed off, wanting to see how shameless she could be.

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n“What do you mean by that? Are you questioning me?” Gao Xue tightened her grip on the microphone. She was full of hatred in her heart. If not for the current situation, she would have strangled this wretched girl in front of her to death.

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nBut Song Fengwan didn’t let her off. “Teacher Gao, you haven’t answered my question! Are you the original creator?!”

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nGao Xue gritted her teeth. “What do you think?!”

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nSitting in the audience, Jing Hanchuan laughed softly. Gao Xue is obviously trying to divert the topic. It’s a pity that Fu Chen’s little wife isn’t someone easy to fool. She’s probably going crazy from anger right now.

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nThe organizer, Mr. Qi, couldn’t do anything to Song Fengwan directly, so he could only seek Yan Wangchuan’s help. “Mr. Yan, you…”

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nHis meaning was was:

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nYour daughter is causing trouble!

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nAs a father, it’s time for you to come out and manage her.

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nYan Wangchuan remained sitting in his seat as steady as a mountain. “Wanwan, since you have questions, you might as well go up and clarify them.”

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nSong Fengwan smiled. “Okay.”

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nEveryone was dumbfounded. What were this father and daughter doing?

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nGoing on stage directly?

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nThey were clearly here to cause trouble.

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nPresident Qi was even more dumbfounded. It’s fine if you don’t care, but how can you even encourage her to go on stage? Aren’t you deliberately causing trouble?!

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n“President Yan…” The organizer leaned beside Yan Wangchuan and lowered his voice. “Teacher Gao’s works are really original. We’ve already applied for patents. On such a big occasion, don’t you think your daughter’s actions are…

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n“There are so many people and reporters present today. If things don’t look good later, it won’t be easy to clean up the mess.

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n“No matter what, she’s your daughter. Look at the current situation…”

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nYan Wangchuan gave him a deep look. “I’m her mother’s second marriage. My daughter has a big temper, and I’m just her stepfather. I really don’t know how to discipline her.” He dismissed him with his words.

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nThe man was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say.

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nRumor had it that Yan Wangchuan was difficult to deal with, and he could choke people to death with his words. It was indeed true.

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nWhat do you mean? Don’t you care about her? Are you going to watch her cause trouble?

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nSong Fengwan was already preparing to go on stage…

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n“Miss Song, it’s not appropriate for you to go up…” A security guard immediately stopped her.

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n“That’s right, Miss Song. If you want to communicate, you can wait for the exhibition to end. I can arrange for you two to meet alone. Wouldn’t it be better for you to talk in private?” President Qi didn’t know what Song Fengwan wanted to do either.

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nHe thought about it…

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nIs it because Gao Xue tried to seduce Yan Wangchuan a few days ago, and she came here to settle the score?

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nAt this moment, Gao Xue’s face was as pale as a sheet. If she hadn’t applied some rouge, everyone would have definitely seen how deathly pale her face was. Her fingers gripped the microphone, and her back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

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n“Since they’re definitely originals, you’re naturally not afraid of me asking you a few questions, right, Teacher Gao?!”

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nGao Xue had seldom faced such an occasion, so she was already so frightened that she found it difficult to control herself. Moreover, she didn’t know what Song Fengwan was going to do, so she felt uneasy.

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nJust as Song Fengwan was about to go up, two security guards blocked her path again.

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n“We’re all in the creative industry, so it’s normal to interact with each other. Do you want to be rough with my daughter here?” Yan Wangchuan asked.

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nThe organizer was really driven crazy by Yan Wangchuan. You f*cking just said that you can’t control your daughter, and now, you’re not allowing us to touch her. What do you want?!

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nJing Hanchuan raised his hand to gesture to the person beside him, and the Jing family members immediately moved.

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nBefore the security guards could do anything, they were quickly pulled down by people. Their movements were so fast that they left people speechless. Gao Xue was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat. When she looked around again, there were no longer people in security uniforms around her but a group of men in black she didn’t know.

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nEveryone thought that Yan Wangchuan had brought them here, so they weren’t too surprised.

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nMeanwhile, Yan Wangchuan thought that they were Fu Chen’s people and didn’t think much about it.

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nGod knew that Sixth Master Jing, whom everyone in the capital feared, was sitting in a corner.

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nOn the other hand, He Shiqing, sitting in the audience, started to look around. The venue was dim, so she couldn’t see anything clearly. But she was certain.

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nJing Hanchuan was here.

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nAnd he was helping Song Fengwan.

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nWhy is helping Song Fengwan?

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nHe Shiqing looked at the person slowly walking up the stage. How did a little girl like her come into contact with the Jing family? Is it because of the Yan family or the Qiao family?

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nGao Xue looked at Song Fengwan. From her initial shock and panic, she gradually became fearless.

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nAfter all, she had the patents, and Song Fengwan was just a little girl. So what if she had the Yan family’s support? She had already received the approval of an international master.

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nEven if the Qiao family came now, she wasn’t afraid.

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nShe couldn’t make everyone believe her just because of a few words.

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nThis exhibition was being broadcasted live, and the fans in the livestream exploded.

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n“Who is this person? She came on stage at a time like this. She must have gone crazy from wanting to become famous. Teach Gao has won so many awards. Who do you think you are to come out and criticize her?”

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n“The funniest thing is that she actually asked if they were originals. She’s already applied for patents. If they’re not originals, what are they?”

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n“I heard that because Master Joe is coming, the live broadcast is global. She’s really f*cking embarrassing us to the world.”

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n“She seems to be Yan Wangchuan’s stepdaughter. Yan Wangchuan married his junior sister. Then, isn’t she Old Master Qiao’s granddaughter?”

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n“Is she here to seek redress for the Qiao family? F*ck, they haven’t said anything for so long and haven’t apologized for the plagiarism. Now that she’s come on stage, she’ll probably use this opportunity to cause trouble.”

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n…

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nSong Fengwan had accompanied Yan Wangchuan here openly. When the two of them appeared, someone in the livestream had already dug up her background.

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nThis made the jaws of many students of Beijing University drop.

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n… Especially the students of the art school. Because the exhibition was related to their major and a teacher of the school, 90% of the students were watching the live broadcast.

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nEven Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating were watching in front of a laptop.

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nWhen they saw the comments about Song Fengwan’s identity, the two of them were dumbfounded.

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nHu Xinyue was currently eating steamed buns and soy milk. She spat a mouthful of soy milk on the screen and choked until she coughed.

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n“Hu Xinyue, this is my laptop. Be careful.” Miao Yating hurriedly wiped her laptop with a tissue.

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nHu Xinyue turned her head to look at her photo of Old Master Qiao on the wall at the side and then at the screen again.

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n“Yating, do you think I’m still asleep? Why are these people saying that Wanwan is Old Master Qiao’s granddaughter?”

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n“Let me try pinching you.” Miao Yating also found it hard to accept and was dumbfounded.

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n“Okay.”

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nImmediately afterward, a scream resembling a pig being slaughtered resounded from their dorm room.

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n“Geez, Yating, you’re too ruthless. Did you want to pinch me to death?” Hu Xinyue rubbed her thigh. This is really not a dream.

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n“I didn’t use much force.” Miao Yating pointed at the screen and quickly watched the live broadcast. “This says that Yan Wangchuan is Wanwan’s stepfather, not her biological father…”

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n“F*ck, this is definitely not the Yan Wangchuan we know.” At this moment, Hu Xinyue felt so embarrassed that she could die. She had once boasted in front of Yan Wangchuan that she wanted to work at the Yan Group.

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nF*ck!

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nHow embarrassing.

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nIf Song Fengwan was Old Master Qiao’s granddaughter, the man who had sent her to school when school started and called her cousin was her elder brother from her uncle’s family. Wasn’t he Old Master Qiao’s grandson then?

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nShe actually acted as Old Master Qiao’s braindead fan and simp in front of his grandson?

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nWas there anything more embarrassing than this?

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nMiao Yating had already taken out her phone and started searching. There were no photos of Yan Wangchuan online, but there was a lot of gossip about him and Qiao Aiyun, including Qiao Aiyun’s second marriage. Her former husband used to be a wealthy businessman surnamed Song in Yuncheng.

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n“Xinyue, we’ve lived with a rich second-generation heir for a few months, yet we didn’t know it. Are we fools?” Miao Yating was dumbfounded.

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n“I even treated her to steamed buns all the time and asked her to prepare hot water for me.” Hu Xinyue covered her face with her hands. “Song Fengwan hid it too well.”

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n“By the way, when Wanwan came back after National Day, didn’t she give us a bracelet each? The boxes were from the Jade Hall of Spring, yet you said they were imitations.”

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n“F*ck!” Hu Xinyue immediately returned to her seat and started searching for the bracelet.

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nIf this is f*cking authentic, how much does it cost?

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nAll the Jingmei students watched as the comments about Old Master Qiao, his granddaughter, and the Yan family kept appearing…

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nThey were thunderstruck.

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nThey actually saw someone blood-related to Old Master Qiao and had even attended classes together. With such a background and connections, it was normal for the dean to take care of her occasionally. If she really used her connections, it wouldn’t be a problem for her to come to the Central Academy of Fine Arts without taking any test.

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nFrom the looks of it now, those accusations about her abusing her privilege to skip classes were simply fleeting clouds.

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nEveryone was confused by the title of Old Madam Qiao’s granddaughter.

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nAt this moment, Duan Linbai was the most frantic.

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nHe was already clamoring in the group chat.

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nLittle White Dragon in the Waves: F*ck, why didn’t you call me for such a big show? Wooo—I’m going to cheer Little Sister-in-Law on!

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nJing Hanchuan: Driving your bulldozer?

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nF*ck, why are you here? Duan Linbai was stunned.

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nIn this group chat, other than him, everyone else was usually a lurker. Jing Hanchuan was also the type who didn’t show up easily.

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nOh, I happened to be at the scene. I need to stream it to you. Jing Hanchuan specially streamed it to him.

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nDuan Linbai was instantly hopping mad.

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n“F*ck, Jing Hanchuan, you shameless thing!”

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nWhy didn’t he call me over for such a thing? Are we still brothers?

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nThe assistant and the group of Duan Group employees at the side were all so frightened that their backs turned cold. Aren’t we going to visit a household that won’t leave? Why are you suddenly scolding Sixth Master Liu?

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n“F*ck, I’m going on strike! I’m not doing it anymore!” Duan Linbai was furious. Even an old zombie like Jing Hanchuan, who rarely goes out, went out. It must be a big show.

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nHe was a person who wanted to watch a show, but he didn’t have the life to watch the show.

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n“Little Boss, you’re quitting?” The assistant was dumbfounded. Even if you want to go back, you should walk to the car.

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nIs he preparing to go back to the capital on foot?

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nHas Little Boss gone stupid from anger?

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n“Little Boss!”

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n“Don’t f*cking call me. I want to go home!” Duan Linbai swung his arm angrily.

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n“But…” The little assistant pointed at the car.

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n“If you stop me again, I’ll fight it out with you!” Duan Linbai pulled off his hard hat and rubbed his flattened hair.

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nThe little assistant coughed twice. “If you want to walk back, go ahead.”

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nDuan Linbai was stunned.

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nHe turned around and walked to the car.. He was really muddled from anger.

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