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... a lie.
“No. Change it to something else.”
“Sure. Then you should go home and prepare for your son’s funeral.”
Holding his teacup, Xuan Yuan Che replied nonchalantly.
Fei Cheng Lie’s facial expression became more and more unsightly. He fiercely stared at Xuan Yuan Che. If his glare could kill people, then Xuan Yuan Che would already have his heart pierced by tens of thousands of arrows.
Lightly blowing the tea leaves in his teacup and without look ...
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