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Tang Yijue's words caused the air in the kitchen to become thinner and colder to the extreme.

Han Zhi gripped her hands tightly as her face radiated anger. "Tang, what do you want her to do if she returns?"

How could he say that he was going to get married without a care for her feelings?

"Shut up!" Tang Yijue's jade-like face was suffused with a layer of anger