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... there could be Pigeon Blood Red cut from this sandwiched rough stone?"

Yang Wen stared intently at Huo Sining as if he wanted to discern some clue from her face.

"President Yang, asking me this way makes me somewhat unsure of how to respond. Would you believe me if I said it was my intuition?"

As Huo Sining gazed at Yang Wen and finished speaking, her smile suddenly faded, and then she took the Pigeon Blood Red gemstone in her hand:

"In the Stone Gambling circle, ...

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