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"Give you face?"
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Wang Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a fierce gleam.
He could truly feel the force coming from the arm.
The Ye Xiao standing before him was different from the youth who just had an empty shell.
Ye Xiao's figure seemed leaner than other people his age, but the strength in his palms was terrifying!
Yet, now he had ridden the tiger and found it hard to get off—Wang Qian's words had indeed left him no way to back down gracefully.
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"This girl's words were so unpleasant, brother, giving you face is not so easy, right?"
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Wang Hu narrowed his eyes and said.
In his line of work, it was all about earning face; without prestige, his subordinates wouldn't follow him.
In plain terms, he was just looking for a way out.
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"So how do you think this face should be given?"
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Ye Xiao loosened his grip and smiled slightly, looking at Wang Hu with interest.
