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Pann Xiaoman couldn't help but feel hatred in her heart when she saw him.

How could she not hate him? The cold ground that had made her sleep for the night. Also, she hated that he had a face that resembled ink, and she also hated that he was so high and mighty.

Pann Xiaoman had thrown her previous vow of "being an ancient man with your tail between your legs" to a Javanese bird