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Wen Hui's face was burning hot as she lowered her gaze, not saying a word to retaliate. Her thoughts were in a mess, her long hair covering her face.

Seeing her silence ? Qi Yuanming's face turned sinister, he extended his hand and pulled her up to the outside of the private box. Wen Hui staggered a bit before finally being able to keep up with his footsteps.

When they left the clubhouse