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... o was originally a bit shaken, felt as if a calming anchor was thrust into his wavering heart. He gritted his teeth and said, “Yes, Xiaomai is right, you who sever our relationship, stop talking!”

Ah, being illiterate is really disadvantageous!

Qiao Xiaomai’s words should be written on his hand, and read every day!

Upon hearing this, Sun Junyan’s expression remained unchanged, he nodded, “Changsun, if you wish to harbor resentment, resent me.”

Leaving only these w ...

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