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Daven narrowed his eyes. Arian and Ray look so alike, with identical narrow eyes and thin lips, and the same aura. If he were a bit taller, he would almost think it was fifteen-year-old Ray standing in front of him... For the past twenty years, he had been stepped on harshly by Ray. Now, he would no longer tolerate Ray. "I don't have time to answer your questions!" Daven's eyes were sinister. "I'm asking you, what are you rummaging through boxes for here?" His gaze carried a strong aggressiveness, piercing directly into Arian's forehead like an arrow. No matter how clever and calm Arian was, he was still just a four-year-old child who couldn't withstand such pressure. His lips gradually turned white, and cold sweat broke out on his back once again... "He's helping me look for some