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"Arguing?"

Hearing Lu Quanquan's question, Jane Wenmo swept a cold glance over, "You don't wish for me to be better. I'm good with my wife, how can we quarrel?"

With his large hands around Mu An, he squeezed her shoulders.

Mu An smiled embarrassedly. This guy really wanted his face.

It wasn't as if someone had coaxed her to the point that even her heart ached