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... angled in various things.

Qin Lan and Jing Chen were dumbfounded. They really could not believe that their grandfather had such a past that he had never mentioned to anyone.

Su Jing and Su Ye were also in disbelief. Su Wan actually carried so many things on her!

After Zheng Yan heard Su Wan’s words, he flew into a rage out of humiliation. “Shut up! I won’t allow you to slander my grandfather and father!” 𝑓re𝘦𝔀𝗲𝘣𝘯𝘰νℯ𝒍.c𝗼m

He still wanted to retort that what ...

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