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The more Feng Ranchen thought about it, the more she felt that Zhao Yusheng had already planned her death in her heart. The sweat on her forehead was dripping down her cheeks slowly, and Feng Ranchen didn't dare to wipe it with her hand. Her whole body was stiff to the point that she didn't even dare to turn her head, not even daring to look at Zhao Yusheng