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"For Cheng Xirong's sake?" After a chuckle, Cheng Xirong continued to ask, "He has quite a bit of face. You really care? "

Feng Yi's teeth were clenched tightly, and his mandible was stretched taut, as if it would break at any moment. His hands were trembling slightly. Honestly speaking, Cheng Xirong didn't know if he was angry or scared.

"That's true. So many years of love