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risking exposing everything about himself!"Go!"He hung up the phone, letting out a cold snort, and half-carried Lin Meng out. Because Lin Meng's face was now as pale as paper, her forehead slick with..., or perhaps――"Wasn't that you!"Lin Meng smiled and shook her head. "He doesn't even tell me, saying he has his own plans!"She wouldn't want to ruin Rong Ling's plans. The little guy acted as a scout,...