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"Speak!"

Gong Nanling saw that she finally opened her mouth, so he was not excited at all, only angry.

He spat a word at her.

"Yes …" "Yes …"

Lin Xiaotao's hands and feet were tied to the chair as she slowly lowered her head. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his forehead was covered with a bloody wound.

"Seven …"

Gong Nanling continued to count