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Ai Meijia clenched her fists tightly, restraining the urge to rush over and strangle Yao Lin. Her eyes fixed on Yao Lin as if filled with poison, and she wanted nothing more than to carve a piece of flesh from her. Yao Lin, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered and smiled sweetly. "Then, Huang, you and Miss Ai go get the fireworks first. I'll wait for you over by Ning