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"Xiaoxiao." Miao Xiaohui ran forward and grabbed her shoulders.

Zhang Xiaoxiao backed off in disgust, her gaze filled with hatred so intense that it seemed as though she wanted to kill her opponent.

"Night." Miao Xiaohui blurted out a pleading look at him, hoping that he would let Zhang Xiaoxiao go.

Night? She actually called this man that? If Zhang Xiaoxiao still had a sliver of hope before