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"My wife, are you planning to murder your husband?"

The man's deep and gentle voice sounded beside her ears, carrying a playful look. Just as she was about to fall into the man's embrace and smell the familiar fragrance, Luo Wuyou, filled with sorrow, hurriedly withdrew the golden needle.

He raised his head to look at the man who was embracing him, and his face immediately darkened, "Rong Di