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Tang Kefeng's expression was filled with regret. He wished that he had never seen Pei Qingcheng before today.

However, there was no medicine for regret in the world.

Ye Juan held a needle in his hand, as if he was waiting for his anesthetic strength to pass.

"Qingcheng, I was wrong." Qingcheng, I was wrong. Tang Kefeng's lips trembled as he begged for forgiveness