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Di Feimu looked at me with a funny expression, as if he was looking at a clown who was struggling in his deathbed. "You should be very clear whether I am speaking nonsense!"

"Me!" I am indeed lacking in confidence, but I do not want to destroy the illusion in my heart of Tang Minglang, "I believe in my husband!"

The smile on Ji Feimo's face disappeared, and he angrily walked in front of me