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... r” and his father heard it, he was afraid that he would beat him to death.

Lu Bei’s brows were tightly furrowed. After thinking about it for almost an hour, he finally decided on a name, “Madam Xiang”.

“Madam Xiang” sounded solemn and suited Xiang Xiaoyuan’s identity. How perfect.

Lu Bei unlocked his phone and changed her Wechat contact name to Madam Xiang. After solving this annoying problem, Lu Bei’s furrowed brows relaxed and he lay down on the bed, ready to go to slee ...

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