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Hsu Qiaoqiao was very arrogant, and Jiang Xiaolang did not have a temper. He just carried her on his back and walked quickly on the cold road.

It was already late at night, and the autumn intent was getting stronger and colder; however, Jiang Xiaolang's blood was boiling.

He was carrying Hsu Qiaoqiao as if he was carrying his entire world. His footsteps were firm and his eyes were firm