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Lin Xiaoya stood on the spot, looking at Fang Meng Ru's frail back as cold sweat poured out of her body.

Since when did Fang Meng Ru become so sharp? It was no longer the mollusk that had not been pricked, but rather a small beast that was prone to counterattack.

Even her eyes had become cold. It was as if she had met Ji Zhanrui's eyes.

For a moment