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The atmosphere in the dense crowd was extremely cold. No one dared to breathe, neither did their Young Master say anything, nor did they dare to say anything. Everyone unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, perspiring in cold sweat.

Jun Mochou chuckled. She didn't expect these men to be so scared of Ye Mingche. They didn't even dare to breathe. Their stiff bodies were hilarious