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... o the chair.
Liu Bao Cang screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered, his face pale and gasping for breath. Cold sweat the size of beans dripped down his face.
Su Qing placed the ink-covered brush in his uninjured right hand and ordered coldly, “I’ll read. You write. ”
Before killing him, she had to break off their relationship. Otherwise, she would feel disgusted to be named as his rotten widow.
Liu Bao Cang was in so much pain that he couldn’t even hold his b ...
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