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... haoting disagreed, and didn't want her to risk her life again. Now she is no longer suitable for such things.

  So, under Lu Zhaoting's arrangement, Yu Xingtu walked from the other direction of the villa area, while he walked through the main entrance.

  Yu Xingtu didn't refuse later, she just happened to be there to pick up Xi Yanqiu, and she had already made an appointment.

  …

   "Young Madam has left safely, and I have arranged for people to follow. No abnormaliti ...

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