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... Jiang Nanshu internally mocked the melodramatic love story of the original novel’s male and female leads.
It was like an old lady’s footbinding cloth, stinky and lengthy.
It made people’s brains shrink.
Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang couldn’t help sighing either.
They had always said that a forced melon isn’t sweet, yet they insisted on tying Lu Qingyan down. It’d be odd if he showed their daughter a pleasant face.
Seeing that Lu Qingyan didn’t speak,
Mr ...
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