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Zong Wenrui tried his best to suppress his fear, as he didn't want the guards outside to see his true feelings.

Holding his hand firmly, the hand under the suit had already turned white.

Zong Wenrui bit the bullet and left Zongjia's living room, facing the gazes of others. He returned to his own car and left without stopping.

Knowing that they were quite far from the Zongjia