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On the carriage heading back to the estate.
Jing Rong held Ji Yunshu and let her rest against his chest, protecting her carefully.
He seemed expressionless, but in reality, his face was like a ball of dark cloud that had gathered and lingered on for a long time.
It was even scarier than the sky outside.
Lang Bo, who was at the side, didn't dare to say a word
