"What happened exactly? Qingcheng, explain it to me." Long Aotian rolled off the woman lying underneath him. The woman immediately took a clean handkerchief and cleaned him up.
Upset and flustered, Lan Qingcheng told him everything. As Long Aotian listened to her, his expression darkened.
"Qingcheng, don't cry. I'll surely do something about it!" Long Aotian consoled Lan Qingcheng and hung up. The look in his eyes became terrifyingly malicious.
A chess piece's destiny is decided by its player. Once it has freed itself from the control of its player, what awaits it is nothing but destruction!
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