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***** Meanwhile, from Duan Tingxuan's perspective *****


"Well, forget it! I am not hungry anymore. I will be going to the study." Duan Tingxuan just tossed this sentence and immediately fled the dining room, leaving Xu Ran Yun wondering what had happened.


Duan Tingxuan also knew that he was a bit unreasonable.


His concubine, X ...

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