Ji Fanyin and Shui Qingchen exchanged a look, and then they staggered, silent, and drank tea.

Feng stood up, pointed at the two of them, and his fingers trembled:

"Cold-blooded! Cold! Ruthless! Inhumanity! ”

Ji Fanyin plucked his ears, turned his head, and looked at Ben...

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