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At the same time.

Qian Mingchao walked into the house. With a gloomy face, he sat on the sofa with a dejected expression, looking completely powerless.

The wrinkles on his face deepened, and a few more strands of white hair appeared on his temples.

These past few days of imprisonment had caused him to completely calm down, and he also understood the consequences of underestimating his enemy