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... jia choked. She clearly didn’t expect Song Jingchen to bypass her most difficult question so easily and ask about something else.
She scratched her head and said uncertainly, “Potatoes, I think.”
It wasn’t like this before she went to bed.
Song Jingchen didn’t know how to describe his current mood. He could only sigh at how omnipotent this demonic wife of his was.
“Did you plant it?” Song Jingchen tried his best to keep his tone calm.
Shen Yijia curled her ...
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