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Lin Doukou could not help but let out a bitter laugh. When he looked at Xu Yimo again, a trace of hatred flashed past his eyes. Even if he couldn't get it himself, he couldn't let others have it either. At least, that person couldn't be Lin Xiahua.

The next morning.

Xu Yimo's mind was still a little dizzy. He was usually a very rational person and would never get himself drunk