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... dynasties are.

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The Jiang Family.

An elderly man dressed in a butler’s uniform waited outside the main hall’s staircase, ready to open the car door as soon as Jiang Fulai’s car entered the courtyard.

Jiang Fulai got out of the car with his head down, his pale face especially sharp.

His light-colored phoenix eyes were devoid of emotion.

A white flower was still pinned to his collar.

An icy demeanor that read ’keep out.’

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