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... the wrong person? There’s no one here named Dong Xieyou. But why does the name sound so familiar?" Pei Qinghan said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.
Yan Song’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his tall body seemed to block out the sun, exuding an icy pressure that enveloped the entire space.
The room’s temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Like an iceberg, like a spring breeze, as winter and spring alternate, like Hell, like paradise.
"Pei Qingh ...
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