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ng!”"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" 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...er!...But strangely enough...,She wished she could hate him more, that she could dredge up memories of his unpleasant features, but she couldn't. To her despair, she realized he was the best person in...