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Fu Xiaoqian's meekness did not reduce the anger that was swelling on Liao Zhenbo's chest.

Her calmness was constantly stimulating his nerves. It was like a pile of firewood, lighting up the flames in his heart.

Alright, aren't you able to tolerate it? Didn't you just scoff at me?

With a bang, the throttle was stepped to the very bottom