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... Qianli.

This guy looks like a dead pig yet still so lively. Who knows how he must have been bullying my mom last night.

Just thinking about my beautiful, incredibly gorgeous mom being with someone like Xu Qianli made Mo Yudie furious.

You jerk, if my dad hadn’t died, where would you get the chance, and how could you benefit so much, taking advantage of such a big opportunity.

Hmph, you really lucked out.

But don’t get smug, don’t think you can strut around ...

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