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The hatred that had been suppressed for who knows how many years surged out like a tidal wave once the door was opened, unstoppable.

Tong Mu pulled Tong Ao's hair and mercilessly hit him.

Especially Tong Ao, whose skin was rough and flesh, he had suffered many torments. At first, he was a little surprised and wanted to struggle, but then he turned around and immediately hugged Tong Mu's thigh