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Mu Qianqian was sitting in a corner with her arms around her knees. The iron wall behind her made her feel cold.

She could faintly hear what the people on the ground said. Although it wasn't clear, she could guess that Rong Heting and a lot of them were probably on the ground just now.

The sound of footsteps could be heard one after another. Mu Qianqian tightened her grip on her arms