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Tang Zhenzhen's fingertips were white with how tightly she was gripping her hands, almost to the point of bleeding. But she knew she couldn't... she couldn't collapse right there, nor could she snatch the five yuan back from Ning Yuan's hand.,This morning, when she took the cookies and candies, she guessed that Tang Zhenzhen's personality wouldn't give up easily.,Li Yan nodded, leading Ning Yuan to prepare to leave, as if Rong Zhaonan didn't exist at all.。