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... Yonghe in terms of identity, he is not Lin Yonghe's opponent in terms of means.

   "My mother's identity, coupled with the means of the second aunt, will the second aunt still think... there is no chance of winning?"

  The highest state of complimenting people is to brainwash the other party with flattering words, and the other party still doesn't feel that you are complimenting.

  After hearing Ning Yue's words, the Second Madam felt that it made sense instantly. She was ve ...

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