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Could it be that this girl had her eyes on that poor brat? Zhao Lin'er thought.

Ning Wufeng fell into a disadvantageous position. Zhao Lin'er realized that Ye Yi'er was clenching her fists tightly with a nervous expression on her face. It was as if she was about to rush into the circle.

Ning Wufeng was sent flying. Although his speed could not compare to Situ Ye's