“He will hate you!”
Song Zhiyun’s expression was even distorted, with a gloomy face.
“You still don’t think you are wrong?”
Compared with Song Zhiyun’s hysteria, Song Chenxi has settled down more and more, and the doubts in his mind that were originally covered with mist have gradually become organized.
The group of people did not show any mercy to Zhiyun, but for themselves, they had no other means of dealing with them except for the stick. This was unreasonable!
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