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... ild, his gaze amusingly directed at his wife. Something seemed to have provoked her.

“What happened?” Chu Molin first looked at the big eyes of the two children, then raised his gaze to his wife, questioning.

“Your lover came to provoke me. How come you have flings everywhere?” Qin Xue wondered. There were already so many back in S Province, how come there were some in the Imperial Capital too? Wasn’t it said that he hadn’t been here for over ten years?

Where did these fl ...

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