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Gu Qiangwei slapped the water hard with her handkerchief. Her face was ice-cold, as if ice could be formed, and the splashes of water could not dissipate the anger in her heart. "Men are all the same."

"Aiya, you've already been cursing for an hour." Xueruun carried the bucket and walked in. She sighed as she looked at Gu Qiangwei