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Just you wait.

I f * cking don't believe that Feng Shuang doesn't hate Zhao Chenggong.

Just when Feng Shuang had a little bit of feeling and his feet were slightly off the ground to fly up, Zhao Chenggong impatiently took off himself. Doesn't this matter hate people?

Zhao Chenggong pulled up his pants in satisfaction, then slapped Feng Shuang's face again.

"Trash!"

At this moment