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Zhao Jing's palm was placed on top of the chess board, causing the chilliness of the board to quickly seep into his skin, but it was very quickly covered up by him. She stared at him, doing her best to suppress the vast waves in her heart, with a puzzled look on her face, and asked softly: "What's wrong with Uncle?" She stared at him, not daring to relax in the slightest