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Song Yunying did not do a good job, but what could the Xue Family do?


When all the members of the Song Family chose their camps, Song Yunying chose Song Yunxuan.


At that moment, it was decided that Song Yunying could live her life steadily.


Even if Xue Tao hated her, he couldn’t drive Song Yunying out of the family.


Xue Tao’s mother had given in and apologized.


Nevertheless, Song Yunying still puckered her lips and sadly said, “Mom and ...

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