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... without thinking, dragged the guy next to her and bolted.
As long as she didn’t look back, this matter wouldn’t be exposed.
The old man’s eyes were dim; he could barely see anything at night.
Jiang Shuyao’s heart raced rapidly, feeling exactly like a thief with a guilty conscience.
However, the person behind her was like an old turtle nearing its end, not only failing to put in any effort during their escape but also exhausting her completely.
Gradually, t ...
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