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... surrounded by reporters for a while, and it took him a long time to get rid of the reporters.
When Wen Haowen entered the courtyard, he could hear reporters pulling black painted iron doors and taking photos of his back. He instantly felt like a jackal chased behind him and fled.
Wen Haowen came to the living room, and saw the old man sitting on the sofa with a ruthless look on his hard face, his eyes sharp and cold, almost turning into a real sword. His eyes narrowed subconscious ...
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