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... >Lou Ziling was once again shocked by the Jing family’s power.


Yes, this was the power! The power to protect his family and loved ones!


He knew that Jing Yichen would definitely get involved in this matter, and he had gotten the news earlier than anyone else.


Lou Ziling was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and she clenched her fists tightly.

!!

He had been getting closer and closer to that power, but he had fallen for Jing Xi, and his career had suffered ...

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