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Ruan Mengyao was a little dazed. There was nothing she could do right now.

Cheng Wenhui had planned this matter to the point where not a drop of water would leak out. She must have made up her mind to see Ruan Mengyao's reputation ruined.

At that time, Ruan Mengyao frowned as she looked at the pot-bellied man in front of her, who was wearing only a bath towel.

"Little darling, I don't mind you