Sun Ying ignored Sun Dongqing’s anxiety, hung up the phone, and then smiled gently at Sun Dongqing, whose heart was burning anxiously. She slowly leaned against the glass, her lips with thick red lipstick murmured softly. She said a few words that made Sun Dongqing’s face turn particularly pale. “Mom, someone will help me kill Ye Jian.” ...
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