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After hearing my answer, Zhang Ningfeng gently twisted his forehead.
His fingers tightened around the folder he was holding.
He looked down at me condescendingly, and the look in his eyes became a little cloudy.
"You really don't know?"
Zhang Ningfeng continued to ask me, his pitch-black eyes seemed to have refined some kind of fierce light, as if it wanted to pierce through my body.
"Yes