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"You—"
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Liang Zhiqiong was already stewing with anger, and being provoked like this, fury rushed to her heart,
She steadied her footsteps, and her other hand suddenly rose, Liang Zhiqiong directly attacked Mo Shangjun's other shoulder.
This time it wasn't a simple pat but was done with an extremely clear purpose.
And it was much faster.
Mo Shangjun gently furrowed her brow.
Then, feeling two gusts of wind coming from behind her, carrying the force of their collision, Mo Shangjun's brow relaxed slightly. She did not dodge.
Liang Zhiqiong's hand stopped one foot from Mo Shangjun's shoulder.
A hand suddenly extended and firmly grasped her wrist.
The grip was strong, completely shackling her wrist. The forward momentum was stopped, and she couldn't even pull back.
"You again?"
Liang Zhiqiong's expression turned cold. She glanced to the side with a furious glare.
Standing to one side was Ji Ruonan.
