t in herself and simply didn't bother with the common people Her chest, where the metaphorical knife had pierced her, ached again. It wasn't physical pain, but spiritual anguish. 。Yè Wēn Yán was quit....” 。“ Quan Qingcheng was looking at the post, glanced at it twice and then smiled. 。The atmosphere in the Chengguang Hall instantly became lively again — "This time it's definitely reliable. It's Pr...