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Shen Beicheng let out a cold laugh, but Meng Shaoting frowned. In the dimly lit private room, he closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa. His body tensed. Do you think you can just not let go if you say so?

Sometimes, you even lose the right to hold his hand.

He Yijie did not say much and just left hastily. After Shen Beicheng drank a few cups of wine in silence, he stood up hesitantly