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Huang Xing stared at Fu Zhenxin with a vengeful look and snickered in his heart.

Fu Zhenxin picked up the hem of her blouse and smiled. Twisting my clothes, I'll give you a chance for revenge.

Huang Xing said, "You're real. Can I choose my own target?"

By this time, the car had stopped steadily at the roadside. Fu Zhenxin hugged her arm and looked pitifully at Huang Xing as she said