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"No ?" It wasn't my idea, it was all... It's all Liu Chenghe's idea, it's none of my business ? "

Zhang Mo said, his eyes rolled back, as though he was going to faint, but how could Yan Jue let him go so easily? Before he could faint, Zhang Mo had broken his ribs, the intense pain caused him to regain consciousness.

"Eight ?" Eighth Prince, I don't want to live anymore