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hen XueTang Shuwen's face grew even darker, clenching his fists. The usually gentle and refined man's eyes were as cold as a demon's. Zhao Yuning beside him pursed his lips, biting his teeth with grie...ing his head. "Even if I was incompetent, you wouldn't push me down the stairs with just one shove."This analogy is too bad."It's all hypothetical.""To be honest, for things that have a slight possibi...