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Ma Xiaocui should have known better than to place even a shred of hope in trash like him. Looking at Ma Zhihao's lazy, good-for-nothing posture, the fierce anger burning in her chest gradually subsided for reasons she could not explain. All at once, she felt relieved. That was fine. The more useless he was, the easier things would be for her. The most urgent problem now was the party