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... rowned as she observed herself, catching Mr. Jiang’s attention. Mr. Jiang turned his head to look at Wen Xin, “What? You seem not to fully believe what the butler said.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe him, it’s just that I have a doubt.” Wen Xin sat casually on the sofa, her eyes carrying a hint of recklessness.

“I just heard that my foster father has connections with the Shadow Alliance, but I’m not sure how reliable that information is.”

Mr. Jiang was well aware of the ...

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