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... aningless to say these things.

If I had persisted a bit earlier, it wouldn't be the situation it is today.

Nan Jun cast a disdainful glance at Nan Yi, and suddenly three words appeared in his mind—an ancient female version of "Ma Bao Nan"?

"A woman without her own opinion can't protect her lover and children!"

Nan Jun didn't know whether he was speaking to Nan Yi or to himself.

No matter what, it is impossible for Qiao Yun to be the second Zhengjun of the Nan f ...

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