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For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,"Are you going to rest" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His look was quite fitting for a country bumpkin.,My heart was pounding like crazy. I have no resistance to handsome and talented men; otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten hurt back then and still be able to eat that man alive.。