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Upon entering, one beheld a spacious courtyard with green bricks and red tiles.

The yard was an oasis of calm in the midst of chaos, even more expensive than Xu Wanxiao’s sixty-million-valued villa. This was made possible only because she was the second daughter of the God Weeping Group’s wealthy family.

In the evening, Ji Yuyan called to invite Pei Jinye to a private party being held that night.

Since Ji Yuyan seldom played hostess and had coaxed him over the pho ...

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