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... rby people, many of whom came to watch, pointing and whispering as they saw Qinglan and the two people tangled on the ground, their minds automatically painting a melodramatic saga of love, hate, gratitude, and resentment. Some even took out their phones to take photos and videos.
Seeing the crowd growing, Qinglan’s brows lightly furrowed as she spoke in a calm voice, "Stop fighting."
At her words, Yan Shengyu, whose fist was about to strike again, paused and lowered it, "Next ti ...
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