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Chapter 75. An Qingrong
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... probe was really annoying. He frowned at An Rushuang’s hat, his eyes flickering with cold gleam.
“Did she know me?” An Qingrong wondered to himself.
An Rushuang stuck her tongue out and moved her eyes away in a hurry before turning to the girl beside him. The girl bit her lower lip in helplessness, her hand holding the whip turning slightly white.
The girl muttered painfully after a while, “My elder sister... My elder sister is dying. Please, please help her!”
She ...
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