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Yao Lanfang had a belly full of anger, but there was nowhere to vent it on. The moment Han Qingxiang opened his mouth, it hit her square in the face. The anger was immediately directed at Han Qingxiang.

"Isn't Zhijiang your son? Why did you ask me instead of him?! I, Yao Lanfang, really don't know how much luck I've had in my few lifetimes to marry a good-for-nothing like you