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Everyone stared at Ruan Su in stunned silence as she carried the pale-faced Soong Jiayan, apparently fed up with the long silver gown getting in the way. She strode forward a few steps, hooked one arm around the woman in her hold, and with her free hand yanked up the hem. With a sharp rip, she tore the skirt off with her bare hands, leaving it as a super-short