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... the raven-haired rich woman—yet it made her angrier.
She clearly understood that Cheng Daqi was a bastard, a clever bastard, a bastard whose words might be half lies (her prejudice).
But she still felt joy from Cheng Daqi’s frank praise—hence she was even angrier.
’Why should I be happy? Why should I be pleased by his superficial, cheap, meaningless words that could only deceive a fifteen-year-old girl?’
In Temir’s normal logic, she was simply a fool right now, a ...
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