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The red handbag hung high on the hook, gently swaying like a red lantern blown by the wind.

Zhao Yilin's self-esteem was severely damaged. Tears welled up in her eyes as her heart raced.

When he saw Huo Yelin's helpless expression, his heart felt especially uncomfortable.

She had once wanted to be the elegant, intelligent, and imposing Mrs. Huo, but now she was losing her arm, losing her face