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Shen Tong had a black eye mask on, sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the high-quality bedding.,Shen Tong was both angry and helpless, but there was nothing she could do. Her mother's life was in their hands...,A hurried figure dragging a suitcase rushed out of the reception hall.。

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