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... e quiet. He no longer moved over to Sui Yuan's side without reason and instead, focused his attention onto Lin Xiao.


Upon shifting his attention, Situ Yu immediately perceived that someone plotted against him and wanted to destroy the marriage between himself and Lin Xiao. Xu Tu was in sight but unattainable, and Lin Xiao also had people scheming against her. This made Situ Yu, who was greatly offended, immediately burst into a sudden rage. He stopped Lin Xiao's self-defamati ...

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