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Although Duanmu Rong didn't say much, each word gave off an aura that could not be refused. Ye Qingdi more or less understood her temper, and he knew that she would never take back her words easily, which was similar to Tie Ta's stubborn temper. He shrugged his shoulders, no longer courteous, and then lowered his head to enter the MPV, sitting down on the opposite side of Duanmu Rong's small desk