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"Speak," the man said, fixing him with a sinister stare. "It seems to be related to... Miss Chung." As Soong Yan spoke, he watched Bo Xingzhi's expression closely. Miss Chung had been in favor recently, and the young master had treated her well, so Soong Yan could not tell what Bo Xingzhi's attitude would be. Bo Xingzhi raised an eyebrow, his sharp, icy gaze narrowing