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"What kind of man is this? He's so petty." Ling Mengzhu propped herself up from the sofa.

"Ouch, great …" Wang Xiang knew that she was ruining his plans, so she waved her arm in a fawning manner. "How many men like this have you fished for? If you're not farting in the BMW, you're picking your nose at the royal ball, or if you hear a row of question marks appear above your head in English