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"What do you want to do, Mr. Lin?" Hearing Lin Fei say that he was still unhappy, Lu Tianxiong's clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

"Me?" Lin Fei looked at Wu Feiyu and Lin Meilin with a playful look in his eyes.

Wu Feiyu, whose face was already ashen, immediately ran in front of Lin Fei.

Boom! *

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he knelt in front of Lin Fei.

"Mister Lin