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... icipated he would say this and chuckled with a bewitching smile, "It’s just a few million; I can afford to give away that much."

"When it comes to things my woman fancies, it’s never your turn to give them."

Shi Yu took his time pulling out a cigarette from the pack, tossed the pack aside, then lit the cigarette and took a drag.

His eyes were narrowed, mysterious and deep, every gesture he made exuded an overwhelming presence.

No matter when, he always carried him ...

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