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... ck eyebrows furrowed deeply, unable to suppress his irritation. An Xin, he had explained things to her very clearly, and not just once, yet she always behaved like this every time!

"If you ignore my words again, don’t blame me for showing no mercy." Di Mingchen continued speaking, his resolute handsome face radiating unquestionable authority, very cold and hard.

An Xin seemed lost, her weak appearance truly pitiful.

But Di Mingchen only felt annoyed, unceremoniously sayin ...

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