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A hint of coldness surfaced in Leng Qingyan's downcast eyes. She suppressed her anger and switched her gaze to a smiling man. She held onto the wall and slowly stood up. Her cold eyes looked in the direction of the vulgar man's finger.

He saw a strong man with his legs coiled on a pile of straw, his exposed arms painted with a horrifying tattoo, two strong arms thicker than Leng Qingyan's thighs