The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day - Chapter 38: Quinn Morgan Steals a Bite

After Lin Qi married into the Huo family, the entire Huo family was eagerly awaiting her to give birth to an heir for the ailing young master.She originally thought that marrying Huo Tingdong meant she was destined to be a widow, never expecting that her vegetative husband would suddenly awaken.Overnight, with a divorce agreement, she became a discarded woman of the wealthy family but suddenly disappeared from Beijing.Seven years later, she returns with two powerful sons by her side, with countless people lining up wanting to be the stepfather of these children.The most regrettable thing Huo Tingdong ever did was to force that little ancestor to sign the divorce agreement. To win her back, the once all-powerful man poured his heart into appeasing her, pampering her to no end, but the two sons were determined to be his biggest obstacles.Eldest son: “Daddy! Your posture while kneeling on the washboard isn't as handsome as mine!”Youngest son: “Daddy! Your speed at swiping cards isn't as fast as mine!”Huo Tingdong never expected that the biggest hindrances on his path to win back his wife would be these two little treasures!

After transmigrating, discover that there is a resurgence of Qi in the East and there is a dawn of deities in the West.

When steam cannons and mystery collide, the Western Extraordinaries gradually awaken.

This is a world filled with a variety of advancements, class transfers, and hidden occupations, as well as never-ending exploration.

As the mystery of the West gradually unfolds, the ancient deities gradually awaken, and a fresh new world draws the curtains in front of Thulhu.

What should ordinary people do when old gods revive and new gods rise? Fortunately, we have a property panel!

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