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Mourning...

Shen Mo Ting suddenly stopped in his tracks as his gaze turned cold. He glared at the other party and said, "Say it again, Xia Clan's funeral … Whose? "

That person was stunned on the spot, but under Shen Mo Ting's deathly freezing gaze, he could only reply with a trembling voice, "Xia …" The young miss of the Xia family, from the Summer Star