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er. He gently grasped Lin Meng's hand with one hand and touched her face with the other. Her face looked very red, as if all the blood was boiling beneath her skin. He touched it and felt a slight war...hallenge him, as he was known to gamble away his entire fortune on a whim.You can't do anything to Jiang Changhao, but you can always do something to Bingbing!Picking the soft persimmons is something...