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My head felt like it was going to explode, so I sneered, "Where's that little model? How did you let her go? This kind of person is like a dog skin plaster.

"If she's a piece of dog skin plaster, then what are you?"

Chiang Zihan asked without turning his head. A few wisps of smoke drifted over, which smelled disgusting.

I frowned and pressed my hand to my heart, forcing down the agitation