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When Gong Xiaoqiao returned, she found Jinmulin still hadn't left; instead, he was squatting under the wall, smoking.
In the darkness, only the red tip of the cigarette butt flickered, with a pile of cigarette butts already accumulated at his feet.
"You know to come back?"
Gong Xiaoqiao stopped in her tracks in front of Jinmulin, "Second Senior Brother, it's cold at night, you should go back!"
She had barely taken a step when Jinmulin grabbed the hem of her trousers, "Can you really not let him go?"
Gong Xiaoqiao squatted down, covering his hand, "Second Senior Brother, don't stop me. Now that I'm free from Gu Hangshen's constraints, and with good opportunities close at hand, I won't let this chance slip away!"
Jinmulin lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, firmly gripping her hand, "You are not Gong Xiaoqiao, not my little junior sister! You're not..."
Her wrist was being squeezed so tightly it was unbearable, but Gong Xiaoqiao just slightly furrowed her brow.
