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... nts of his two hands.

Then, Jiang Yue placed her left hand on it.

It was not until they had collected their fingerprints that Shao Shuting smiled again. “Jiang Yue, it’s also because your appearance and fingerprints are different from before. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble. By the way, Jiang Yue, since all your information has been collected, the system will update itself. Those doors that only you could open in the past can now be opened by you, includ ...

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