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Fan Xue Chu looked nervously at He Zhong Tian's expression. When he looked at the computer, his expression didn't turn any better. Instead, it turned even uglier.

"Heh."

He laughed coldly, and the cold aura around him became even stronger.

He slowly turned the computer screen towards Fan Xueyu. "Is this the result of what you said?"

Fan Xueyu glanced at the screen, somewhat lost in thought