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ervened, and he ran into her again.Indeed, fate is a wondrous thing, isn't it!Feng Tan chuckled softly to himself in his heart, walked closer, and greeted Rong Ling with a smile.The corner of his eye...around in his arms like a little cat, restless and uneasy. Before she could retaliate, he flipped her over like a fish, her backside high in the air facing him. He reached out with a big hand, grabbi...