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... his wife, who left in the morning to look for a job, would appear in a bar with another man, holding hands intimately.
At that moment, he felt as if his head was alarmingly green.
The more he saw Ji Qian holding Shen Yanhe’s wrist, the more irritating it became to his eyes. His brows lowered, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a touch of fierceness as he intensified his tone, "Shen Yanhe, come here."
Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and walked toward Fu Yanhe. The pulling f ...
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