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... rawing blood from the corner of Shen Yan’s mouth.

Song Wanqiu gripped her neck, “You can’t even handle this simple task? It seems all these years I’ve given you so many benefits for nothing! Without me, do you think you could have stepped foot in this building?”

“Shen Yan, since you’ve chosen to be a dog, do your damn job well!”

As she spoke, Song Wanqiu vented her anger by smashing Shen Yan’s body towards the other side.

Shen Yan, just having been scolded by that ...

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