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... couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh, was he always this funny before?"

Cui Zhi shook her head in horror: "The young master was never funny."

No joke - who would dare make fun of a child pampered by the entire Marquis Manor!

Only the madam was bold enough to throw off her bridal veil and get ready for a fight...

Xu Wan said softly, "Then he'll have many more funny days ahead."

Cui Zhi: "..."

Somehow, she wished the old madam would come back to see this. ...

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