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Yan Duoduo held a laptop in her hand as she played the photos of Zhou Yufan getting beaten up. He was covered in blood, but his face was still cold, as if he didn't care about anyone in the video.

"Who caught Yufan!?" What deep hatred does he have for you? "

The sound of ice spirits collapsing came from her slightly hoarse throat.

Xia Yunfei ignored her grief and grabbed the tablet in her hand