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A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Fei Xuemann's eyes, but it did not escape Mo Qianqiu's eyes. Mo Qianqiu sneered.

"You can only be my little white mouse for the rest of your life. This is your honor." Mo Qianqiu's smile was harmless.

Fei Xuemann heard the tense and shocked look on Mo Qianqiu's face. A little white mouse. If he was Mo Qianqiu's little white mouse