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... ted, ultimately he couldn’t bear it any longer, "Miss Yun, after all, she is your daughter, she..."

Oh, if only Miss Yun had grown up by the old master’s side.

"How does that matter? No one should think about taking Wen Jun away from me, not even her!" He Yao seethed with anger, almost losing his rationality.

Yun Yue was like a thankless wretch, he treated her so well yet she didn’t appreciate it and even thought about helping Wen Jun escape.

She forced his hand, ...

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