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Don't come in my door again.

The scissors clicked back to their original position, and even the tiny branches and leaves that had been cut off were thrown into the trash. As if he was waiting for Liang Jia's answer, Liang Ruian took a cloth and wiped his hands, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness.

A faint smell of gunpowder permeated the silent air. The man's hoarse voice broke the silence