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Huang Ying, who had always been inconspicuous, now wore an expression of someone eager to watch a good show, her gaze flitting back and forth among the crowd.
Tian Liuli's face was slightly solemn, his hands clasped behind his back now gripped tightly.
Lin Qingque's face was terrifyingly grim, while Jing Lixue wore an indifferent expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, her thoughts drifting elsewhere.
As for the last few parties involved, Xu Yuan's face was still a little dark, and the two girls behind him, Fenger and Linger, were looking up at the scene in mid-air with pale faces, tears welling up in their eyes.
Zhong Sheng couldn't wait to see them stand up bravely and accuse Xu Yuan.
Then he would be able to see Lin Qingque and the other women scorn and curse Xu Yuan with disgust, even... it wouldn't matter to him even if the place turned into a river of blood.
