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A rhythmic clapping sound arose from the outskirts, and Ye Fan turned toward the noise, seeing a tall, thin boy about seventeen or eighteen years old clapping his hands, leading a group of well-dressed boys toward them.
The corner of the tall, thin boy’s mouth curled up with a wicked smirk; he carried himself with an arrogant and irritating air.
The girls surrounding Qin Mengyao saw him coming with his group and couldn’t help but shrink back behind Qin Mengyao, shivering lik ...
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