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... levator reached the 58th floor, opposite was the entrance to a presidential suite.
The door was ajar.
Su Qionglin was inside, screaming and crying, with Shen Xianrou’s sobs mixed in between.
Bao Ziqi sat relaxed on the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
The two cousins, however, were kicking up a storm.
Su Qionglin fought desperately; she pulled out a tuft of Shen Xianrou’s hair and scratched her face, though she herself didn’t fare much better—Shen Xianro ...
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