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... son. He was actually quite angry that he had been wrongly accused of being a pervert who filmed people secretly.

He had to hand over his phone for inspection to prove his innocence and only got to reprimand the accuser in return. He did not feel that he had sufficiently avenged himself yet.

However, he also knew what kind of world he lived in now. Women's rights was the politically correct thing. No matter how angry he was, he could not fight with the other party.

If he r ...

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