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Helian Mo's gaze was like frost as it landed on Pann Xiaoman's face. His face had already turned ashen, overcast and overcast. Although he was holding back his anger, it was obvious. He stared at her, his eyebrows scrunched together, startled and angry, staring at her with eyes that were bright, terrible, and cold, like a killer's.

Pann Xiaoman was so useless that she didn't dare meet his gaze