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... ’s gaze, Qian Qian widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Hey, what are you looking at!"

She thought Ling Feng was taking liberties with her, but he approached her, staring intently at the Jade Pendant on her chest and asked, "Where did you get this from?"

Because her sleeves were pulled up to her neck when she was lying down earlier, Ling Feng hadn’t seen it.

It was only after she took off her underwear that the Jade Pendant came out, and Ling Feng saw it.

Qian Qian lo ...

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