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ning, with a milky white half-sleeved shirt on top, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, dancing in the wind. It was an ordinary outfit, but on her, it looked uniquely different. In the crowd,...!"Huang Liang immediately let out a shriek that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Rong Ling.Rong Ling slowly retracted the fist she had aimed at his ab...