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Mu Qianqian's face was hidden by her long, thick hair. No one could see her expression after she knelt down.

Her convulsing body showed the pain she was in at the moment. The secret sweat quickly soaked Mu Qianqian's back and her dress was soaked in sweat. Under the light of the warehouse's only lamp, it was reflected clearly in Rong Heting's eyes.

Rong Heting clenched his fist tightly