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Upon hearing these words, Mo Ling's jaw tightened into a straight line. His five fingers, which hung at his side, subconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Xing'er, you can leave for now. We'll talk about this matter tomorrow."

Qiao Yanran saw that his expression wasn't right and glanced at the Spring Apricot before speaking.

Chun Xing acknowledged and glanced at Mo Ling