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Fu Zhou understood Cheng Xirong's body — it was now. Under Hee Ruosheng's angry gaze, Fu Zhou roughly removed Hee Ruosheng's arm. As if lifting some trash, he pinched it with his fingertip and tossed it aside as if he was stung, with a look of disgust on his face.

Hee Ruosheng: "..." Was this provocation? It's already so obvious, this is definitely a provocation!

Cheng Xirong: "..