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... ment, he has placed a wax on the woman who doesn't know how to live or die.

   "Rong Zhaoting, get down here." Bao Ruier shouted from the front of the car.

  Rong Zhaoting frowned, a cold light flashed across his eyes.

   These women are really trying to challenge his bottom line in a different way. It's because he's been busy with work and hasn't dealt with these small roles recently, which makes them think his temper has changed?

   Ao Feibai glanced at Rong Zhaotin ...

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