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Yu Jingting’s long fingers flicked gently at his temple. When his fingers stopped, he had come up with an idea.
"Why should we let superstitions from one family dictate our actions?"
Yu Jingting had always been the one bullying others.
No one had ever pushed him this far.
"My wife is like a tadpole, fussing about finding her mother all day—"
"Shush! You’re the tadpole! I’m not! I’m not! Don’t spout nonsense!!!" Suizi’s face burned red.
She st ...
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