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"You'd better think of your own identity. Don't play with my son's feelings."

Mo Zhen's voice was neither light nor heavy, but it sent chills down one's spine.

How could Qiao Anxia not hear the warning contained in his words?

Perhaps, in Uncle Mo's eyes, she was already a bad woman that played with her feelings.

"I love Hancheng, I want to be with him