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Feng Tan extended his hand. Rong Ling glanced at him and also extended his hand, shaking it briefly before retracting it, his attitude slightly cold. Feng Tan felt a little awkward.But the woman smile...ffed, her silver teeth gritted, biting through her lip, blood trickling down her chin. It was a sight that made one feel sorry for her, but alas, it failed to stir any tenderness in Rong Ling's heart....