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g at him warmly, the man's coldness lines combined elegance and nobility, merging into a unique aura. Just one more glance gave Warmth an endless pressure. Warmth had some regret for her own impulsive...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." Xiaobai didn't look back, but he explained without being distracted. His ten fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and the source code kept flying fast. At this time, he was a standard hacker.The mid...