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... ause she doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy.

Zeng Jianing clenched his fist and asked Rick in a cold voice, "you are also infatuated with my body. Do you want to help me in my most painful time, and then take the opportunity to possess me?"

"Have you been fooled in the head?" Rick didn't even bother to look at her again.

Zeng took a deep breath and said to Rick, "I don't need your kindness. I have only one request. You can take me home."

There must be reporters and ...

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