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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,The man who came rushing in was like a piece of white jade, wearing a loose ice-purple silk robe that barely contained his clearly defined chest.,Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian's eyes lit up. He quickly hid the small porcelain bottle in his pocket.。