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... t of Wangjiang Pavilion.
A stylish young woman paused to glance at the middle-aged man catching up behind her, then stepped towards Wangjiang Pavilion, the sound of her red high heels clicking crisply on the ground.
She brushed through her wavy hair, her gaze sweeping across the entrance of Wangjiang Pavilion, where a few security guards stood sloppily against the wall, their white shirts marked with chaotic footprints, looking somewhat embarrassed.
The guards didn’t show ...
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