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... thetic expression before telling Zhao Qiuming, “Hurry and take a look. See if they’re young Misses from your estate.”

Zhao Qiuming was already full of despair after the head guard’s words. But a tiny sliver of hope rose when Xianzong told him to check on his daughters. If Xianzong can see their pitiful states now, then he wouldn’t miss a chance to get closer to them and their beautiful faces.

Yu Xiaoxiao stared at Zhao Qiuming. Ever since finding out this man wanted to kill his son, ...

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