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Before he could get the result he wanted, Feng Lizhang was not about to let her leave. Without thinking, he reached out to pull her back. "Jiang Xiao—" Before his fingers could even brush the edge of Jiang Yining's clothes, someone seized his wrist. The movement was swift: a clamp, a twist, a shove. He did not have time to react before he was thrown backward. He landed hard on the sofa