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... ing that she was straightforward, mature, and capable, she was completely a mature woman.


At this moment, Lu Zifan was even more certain of his previous suspicions. There was really something wrong with this he lanjin, and she might be the one who knew the he family’s secrets.


Even now, he still did not know why that person had to obtain the he family’s secret. He Wenqing was as stupid as a pig’s head. It was impossible for him to have a secret. Perhaps it was because the he ...

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