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... his anger
He had never forgotten it, not even for a day.
But he could no longer avenge the man.
He sat quietly in the study for a while, then he shot up from his seat and tore the card, throwing the torn bits into the trash bin.
As he narrowed his eyes in deep contemplation, the study room door was pushed open with a crack.
He opened his eyes and looked at the door. It was Qiao Lian. She walked in with a glass of milk in her hand.
She blinked and p ...
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