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... t night, Chen Jin tried to fish information from me. You told me to follow his lead and investigate the project, and I didn’t expect it’s actually the project that Second Madam is involved in. What does this mean?"

Zhou Zhao was somewhat confused.

Sang Li’s expression became serious: "It means that Third Young Master already knew there were issues with the project, and intentionally had Zhou Zhao probe through you to see if I knew."

"And then?"

"Then..."

S ...

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In her previous life, Wen Ning was imprisoned beside Pei You and became his caged bird, bird in his palm,

Every day is not planning to escape or is on the way to escape,

In the end, he broke off his wings and died in depression.

After living a new life, Wen Ning decided to hide her identity and her temperament.

Acrimonious, short-sighted, stupid and ignorant…

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All in all, he could do as much as he hated her.

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Seeing her makes me want to wash my eyes.

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“Wow, my lord, my little girl doesn’t want to marry. Oh, my lord, the sky can learn from the sky and the moon and the sun and the moon can show my sincerity, my lord, my lord, if I don’t change my infatuation in this life, I will not marry you!”

In Wen Ning’s script, at this moment, Pei You should be ruthless and leave without giving her a single look.

But he didn’t want him to stand still, and when she was about to stop acting, he bent down slowly, and wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes with his warm fingertips. From his eyes to his voice, there was a change from the cold charm of the past: “If that’s the case, how about marrying me?”

Wen Ning: “…………………???”

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