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Heh.

Qiao Anxia was already tired of him.

Mo Hancheng's mouth twitched as he laughed at himself for being influenced by such thoughts.

No one knew more about that woman's temper than he did.

She had something on her mind.

Was it related to Wen Yan?

He could not help but think of that man. However, he felt that something was amiss and needed some time to figure it out